Moving from Redding to Boise was a rough transition for several reasons. Interestingly enough, one of the main reasons people love this area is the reason why I have such a hard time with it.
Seasonally Redding is as follows:
Winter: December & January
Spring: February & March
Fall: October & November
Spring: April & May
Clearly there is a vast discrepency between Boise summer and Redding summer. Summer is my season, I love to sit in the heat and take a dip in the pool. The sun is always shining and there is SO MUCH to do. My issue is that I have had to learn to put as much summer as I used to experience in 6 months into 3. My summer got cut in half when I moved.
Summer is still my most favorite thing, but I have been running myself ragged. We have swam and hiked, camped and gone to concerts, we have worked on home projects and played in the dirt. We have soaked up summer and I’m tired. I can not stop seeking ou the heat because I know it will be gone in a flash and with it comes these horrible things called seasons.
Seasons. Built in measurements of time ushering in change, offering an opportunity to do something new or different. For the first time since moving here almost 9 years ago, I am not despising the cool air in the morning. I am learning to be ok with what we have, what is here, what my life consists of right now. I am learning to live in the moment for the first time in my life. I have had the great summer, stuffed full of everything that summer brings and now I can go into the fall with an adjusted attitude. I can go into a season that brings forth lazy mornings, afternoons spent outside and soup on the stove. A season that brings with it more structure and more togetherness, a season that can bring rest and rejuvanation.
Before summer officially drifts away, we’ll be over here planning out a great fall and eating the best produce of the year.