summertime waiting

the afternoons are warmer these days, and i'm starting to hear the buzz of lawnmowers.

which means the approach of summertime.

almost.

although the morning's are still cold enough to keep me under the covers for longer than i'll admit.

the big oak tree in the garden hasn't begun to sprout it's tell tale green branch-buds yet either, but it should, soon enough.

in time to be leafy green for the upcoming nuptial reception, and coincide with the purple, pink and white floral spread that is starting to bloom in the flowerbeds.

full water bottles in the dirt have kept the dogs off, for now.

(why this actually works i'd love to know)

it's only a few weeks until the trees will be wrapped in white, and lights will swing daintily from the branches of the two exotic trees in my garden, the other being some kind of pine/ alternate loerie territory.

it's less than a week before the bridal shower though, or "classy bachelorette" as google search says.

the goings on of which is strictly secret, and something people don't like you to spoil.

(i won't do that again)

it's different now that i am organising it myself. with help of course.

and honestly, it's surreal. the event(s) we've spoken about/planned for months are happening in the next month. and the next few days.

the year i thought i had to figure it all out is picking up pace.

reaching 3/4 of the way.

the turquoise plastic countdown timers have silently been dismantled, the influx of foreign accents and flags filed to memory.

i've heard a saying, something like "life doesn't wait for you to make decisions", which is good, because i haven't been making any.

i blame the cold, and the hibernation of my brain behind warm layers of clogged sinuses.

but as i sit listening to the optimistic shhhh-chika-chika of summer-nostalgic garden sprinklers, and watch the yellow afternoon light catch the winter-weathered palm fronds outside my window, i'm excited that it's almost over.

the icy mornings, struggling to get up. the time between finishing a shower and drying yourself in an unheated bathroom.

the all-surrounding nose-blowing, coughs and spluttering sickness.

in a month or two i'll forget having to dress in layers, or clutch at my jacket/rub my legs at outdoor gig's, like friday night's skyline gig/cult feature film party at the open window.

with summer heat i'll be submerged in the slightly salty water, instead of feeling the freeze-cringe of dipping my toe in to test the temperature of the neglected swimming pool, which has been filtering quietly for months, the only splish-splash courtesy of a panting, dirty and ball-obsessed labrador.

at least then it will be warmer, so hopefully with that, and some poolside pink g&t's, decision crunch-time will be easier.

and sinusitis free.