Lazy, Hazy Summer Days

Bring 'em on. Those lazy, hazy, days of summer. Yes, I know I omitted crazy, and there was a reason for that. I'd prefer they weren't. I do crazy all year long, and in the summer, I just want calm. And most of all, I want to piddle. I looked it up to be sure it was a real word. It is. It means to dawdle or trifle time away. This morning I did just that.

There were a few remaining flower pots on my deck that needed to be filled. I transplanted some geraniums from their plastic containers into two large pots, and then I began filling my strawberry pots with the begonias I had purchased. I say began, because I discovered something about piddling. It contains a large dose of ADD. I could have finished up the flower project in twenty minutes, swept up the mess, and moved on to . . . well, whatever, but I suddenly remembered the tilapia I purchased at the store yesterday, and felt the need to research a recipe for tonight's dinner. Research took me to my computer where I did indeed find a recipe that looked tasty. I printed the recipe and placed it in my recipe binder.

I love my recipe binder. It has little dividers with pockets, and acetate sheets to protect all of my favorite hand-written recipes. I love to purchase recipe cards-really cute ones-(You may remember that "I like cute.")and write out my recipes on them. There's no time to do that most of the year, but in the summer, with a glass of peach iced-tea, sitting under my patio umbrella, I can write. Some may question if this activity truly qualifies as piddling. That's where the dawdle part of the definition comes in. No hurry, no pressure, just spending a little time doing something I like to do.

Ah yes, but the flowers call to me again. The sun has moved to the front of the house, and the deck should be much cooler now. I think I'll go finish that task, which doesn't seem like a task at all . . .when you're piddling . . . on a lazy, hazy summer day. :)