I woke up late today again and the world was awake already. I realised how much I like to wake up just before eight on Sundays, step outside and experience the world completely quiet. Summer are loud and the rainy days make them quieter too.
I used to love summers, but maybe it was only for being away from school? Now I’m more spring and early autumn person, although I’m trying not to wish any season away. I’m just more anxious in the summer. The long days, all the sounds, it can be too much sometimes.
But the summer also means green garden and fresh herbs picked from it. And sitting in the garden with a book next to all the bees and other insects buzzing away in our flower patch. I’ll miss all that in the depth of winter.
This is beautiful, and I can really relate. I love spring, seeing everything bloom, and I love the comforting colours and showers of Autumn. But I too am anxious in summer, yet I miss the jacketless days when the cold hits, yet still loving the cold and snow. Have a lovely sunday 🍂🌿