Summertime

Summertime when will you come?

I wanna put my light things on
I wanna put my winter life away
Summertime I need a sunny day

I want those peaches on the table
Want the watermelon red
And the warm sun creeping through the window
To ease me out of bed

I want the sand out there to lie on
And the sea out there to swim
So my heart can take a holiday
From breaking over him

Summertime when will you come?
I wanna put my light things on
Wanna put my winter life away
Summertime I need a sunny day

And I want to drive forever
Wanna roll my windows down
Get the breeze back on my body
Get my feet back on the ground

I want the sand out there to lie on
And the sea out there to swim
So my heart can take a holiday

From breaking over here

Summertime when will you come?
I wanna put my light things on
I wanna put my winter life away
Summertime I need a sunny day

I love this song written by Leonard Cohen and Sharon Robinson. It is exactly what I want my summer to be - and a lot more. Every summer at some point it strikes, unbearable feeling of the days that pass and I try to do my best, but no time is enough for everything that is expected - that I am expecting of myself - and that I just follow the stream of happenings trying to adapt. An old friend threw me a life saver just in time by saying:

- I pass my life in high speed to be able to finish the world for others. Every once in a while I have to stop to think what makes me do all this. Every time I reach the conclusion that in fact I am living my dream. It does not always feel like it but when you futher  away ahead and back you notice that this is what you have always wanted. You just have to slow down to be able to enjoy it. 

When I look ahead and back my summer days I notice that they are filled with just the things that I need.

- Ohitan koko ajan kauheaa vauhtia omaa elämääni, että ehtisin saada maailman valmiiksi muita varten. Aina välillä on pakko pysähtyä miettimään, mikä saa minut tekemään tämän kaiken. Aina olen tullut siihen tulokseen, että itse asiassa elän juuri omaa unelmaani. Se ei aina tunnu siltä, mutta kun asiaa katsoo pidemmälle eteen ja taaksepäin huomaa, että tämä kaikki onkin juuri sitä, mitä olen aina halunnut. Pitää vain osata hiljentää sopivasti tahtia, että osaa nauttia siitä.

Joka kesä iskee kesähinku - rakastan tuota Sharon Robinsonin laulamaa kappaletta - se sanoo sen mitä tunnen kun kaipaan kesää ja kun keskellä kesää huomaan, että päivät katoavat jonnekin ja yritän tehdä siitä täydellistä muille ja unohdan mitä olen tekemässä. Tänä kesänä keskellä pahinta hinkua pelasti nämä yllä olevat rivit vanhalta ystävältä. Sillä kun ajattelen kesäpäiviä, on niihin mahtunut juuri sitä, mitä olen tarvinnut.

August, Little Uno and Cecilia, year 1904 perhaps in front of the same lilac bust as below and this summer it really hit the record of blooming wild. The scent filled the rooms inside.

Little Isak joined a summer camp and made an insect hotel and drew cats and dogs that fill the farm. We are also glad to welcome a new family to our village - happiness is to have juice & biscuits in the garden with a new friend.

To our sorrow our Agnes the Goat passed away after a sudden illness and the ashes were laid in the garden and a new rose planted above. Agnes would have loved to eat all the flowers.

Midsummer gathered the family and friends to lift up the May pole of Rumar village and to celebrate the night when the sun does not set. Wild flowers were gathered by the children and pappa the father made a big lovely garland for the top of the pole.

Now it is the season of harvesting  - all the richnesses of garden, field and forest. The cornflower is opening new flowers every day. I feel my thoughts are maturing as well and I have found my spots of  sand, sea and breeze.