Last week’s post on comfort seemed to strike a cord. Here are some other wonderful ways to comfort yourself (call it “self-care” or “pulling down your own oxygen mask first” if that makes it more palatable to your Puritan soul) in the midst of what the Green Man and I call “high summer.”
- Watering in. July is one of the hottest, driest months here in Washington, D.C. Plants need water. And, Goddess knows, I use a sprinkler so that I can soak a spot while I run inside, pop in a load of laundry, chop up some veggies for dinner, and then run back out and move the sprinkler. But hand watering, with a hose in one hand and a glass of something (iced coffee in the morning, iced tea in the afternoon, and iced something else in the evening) is such a fun thing to do. It reminds me of how much we loved playing with running water when I was a kid. It gives me time to talk to the plants and to see how they’re doing. And the birds love it, too.
- Watermelon. It’s wonderful just chilled in the fridge and then sliced. But it’s also good lightly grilled, tossed with arugula, sliced black olives, and feta cheese. Drizzle on some balsamic vinegar.
- Birdsong. If you sit still and close your eyes and really focus on summer’s almost continuous background noise of birdsong, it’s magical. I soon start to feel as if I am floating in it. You can do it for just a minute or for a long time. It makes you more whole.
- Lark rise to Candleford. Start with Season 1, Episode 1. You’ll thank me.
- Arts and crafts. There’s something soul-satisfying about making things. Paint, sketch, sculpt, knit, crochet, color, weave, carve, glue, decorate. Play the piano. Sing. Dance. Journal or scrapbook.
- Organize all the old recipes into a computer cookbook. Add the history: “This was my mom’s recipe for turkey stuffing.” “My grandma taught me to make this lemon pie the summer I was ten.” “I cut this out of a magazine sometime in the 70s and have been making it ever since.” I’m sure there’s an app.
- Have breakfast for dinner.
- Good, slow jazz..
- Clean out a closet, or dresser drawer, or the whole damn basement.
What’s on your list?
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