My Studio Table and Summery Things
It's suddenly summer. I'm not sure how it surprised us this week but it simply did. It arrived. It stormed the farmer's market with peaches, strawberries, apricots, basil, sweet peas, and fava beans. It even brought cherries. And I've found myself speeding down the block in sandals exactly twice. My floppy straw hat has been called to duty. My little boy has been squealing and squirming across the hardwood floors in nothing more than his onesie. Did I mention the cherries?
My studio table has seen one small project after the next: a new soft sculpture chickadee, a slow-going binding on the baby quilt, and an impromptu coin pouch. Slow seems to be my new work rhythm. So be it. I've given in. I've surrendered. I've decided to waive my little white flag of time management desires and do my damn best to Be Here Now. I've been told this is the marker of adjusting to new parenthood? The surrender? Maybe so.
My new rhythm sometimes means staying up too late in those precious quiet hours to finish a project, write a proposal, or respond to a batch of overdue emails. And other times it means sitting down on the floor and cheering the little one onward as he coos and clucks and creeps and flaps and fumbles through his sixth month with us. Six months? My goodness, yes, six.
We are bursting with the promise of a bustling summer and I am configuring ways to soon make a trip east to a cherry picking orchard for the goods for homemade jam. Jam! Cherry jam! I cannot apologize for my excitement for summer. No, I simply cannot.