![]() I finally caught up with some summer chores this weekend. I think I was about a month behind normal. Luckily, I can enjoy the fruits of my labor now. My first task was to get our sun room set up. Some of my writing friends know we have a lovely room on the back of our house with windows on three sides. It looks out on our lawn, and is a peaceful place to enjoy a summer day. During the winter, we store our patio and porch furniture in the sun room, so I always have to wait to set it up until after those items have been hauled back out and put where they belong for the summer season. Once the room is emptied, it takes me some time to get it cleaned up, after it has not been used for many months. But once the hauling and the cleaning are done, it is a great place to sit and read. Or, as the above mentioned writing friends know, to sit and write. In the past, I have hosted day-long writing sessions which always seem to end up in the sun room. I would like to host another such writing day this summer. But given how quickly the days are slipping away, I don’t know if I will squeeze one in. My other task was weeding a large flower bed near the sun room. I was spurred to do this when I realized a small rose bush was blooming, but I could barely see the blossoms because other nearby plants were out of control. Now, the other plants have either been trimmed back or pulled out entirely if they don’t belong, and the garden looks much better. I received another reminder (in addition to the rose bush) of how quickly summer is passing when I looked at some of the other plants. We have several Jack-in-the-Pulpits growing in the flower bed. (These are an odd-looking type of woodland wildflower which grows in the Midwest.) I enjoy looking at “Jack” each year, but this year I was too late. The “Jacks” are already done blooming and have gone to seed. I console myself with hoping this means we will have more “Jack’s” to enjoy next year. Am I the only person who is behind on summer chores? I am blaming the cold, rainy weather we had most of the spring. However, I console myself with knowing I still have at least two months to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Once I post this, perhaps I will go sit in the sun room and look out at the flowers.
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