“I’m so distracted by the beauty of summer. Oh, and yard work.”

Two months after my thyroidectomy and I’m wanting to weed! Mr. G. and I work in tandem together, slathered in sunscreen. He, with his post-melanoma scalp checks, and my new neck scar - we’re a pair and we know it. And yet we constantly, lovingly - like mother hens - remind the other not to work in the sun, lest we regret it later.

And they say it’s not quite summertime! Tell it to my thermostat. The A/C drones on, fighting temps that could scorch an egg. I mosey into the yard during mornings or evenings, but never in between.

Back inside, I’m captivated by an endless array of home projects. It’s dizzying. Scrapbooking, framing, beading, cooking, container gardening - all call my name. The rooms needs dusting; the bathrooms need cleaning. Meanwhile, I’ve lined up fun crafts for my granddaughter and our fast-approaching “Camp Gigi.” Yes, my computers need some overdue maintenance, but I’d rather release my inner Crafty Diva.

Trouble is, I can’t do it all. But it’s exciting to think about (and beats depression).

Ah yes, but the writing never stops. I’ve spent more time posting here lately on things near and dear to my heart. You’re welcome to peek. I’ve notebooks, full of mini-writing projects, and overwhelming devotion to tell the world about the One who overcame it.

And pretty soon, maybe not for another year or two, I’ll expect the pitter-patter of new little feet around here. Not sure *when*, but more grandchildren are always a possibility. Which means, this writer needs to kick things in gear.

Oh, wait a minute. I hear my inner Crafty Diva calling…

What is your summer like these days?