Say to yourself, at least twelve times today, “It’s July. It’s almost the middle of July. It’s summer. It’s summer. It’s summer.”
Maybe I’m just talking to you folks in northern climates. You know who you are. You know where you live.
If you live in those places where snowflakes will float lazily down from the sky in three months (if we’re lucky. Hopefully not earlier than mid-October…) we must gather the spirit of summer close to our hearts.
We must truly be present to it. We must drink it in before those six-foot snowdrifts return. We must.
Some years the summer months speed by in a blur. You blink; the summer is gone.
Don’t let that happen to you without thoroughly saturating yourself in the knowledge that it’s summer.
Remind yourself that it’s summer. Soak in the sun (OK, wear sunscreen if it’s mid-day and the sun is fierce) and laze on a lawn chair.
“It’s summer,” remind yourself.
That trick usually works for me. Usually about mid-July we northwoods folks start to thaw out from our nine months of winter. We’re feeling the heat. We’re swatting mosquitoes, sure, but at least there’s sun and warmth.
We’re singing under our breath, “It’s summertime and the livin’ is easy…”
Enjoy the heat, dear friend! Baste whilst thou can. Your winter coat and hat and mittens shall soon be your dearest companions once again…