Last night I ate my first “real tomato” of the season.
Despite the calendar, this marks the beginning of summer for me.
As I get older, it seems each season has its own symbol of shift. Hanging laundry on the line means Spring. Real tomatoes mean summer. Open windows mean Autumn. Hardwood fires mean Winter.
This makes me think about the other symbols of shifts in my life.
Having friends who simply want to swap lessons and stories means having authentic, life long relationships is the gig.
Having young people in my life who feel comfortable telling me their deepest secrets means being a listener is always a good thing.
Having two dogs who’ve finally found their balance living in the same home means there IS hope.
Having to check my larger-than-3oz bottle of castile soap while being able to carry knitting needles onto a plane means the world has changed in some ways I don’t prefer.
Having something shake me up for a much shorter amount of time than it would have ten years ago means some of The Work I’ve been doing is actually working.
Having little kids come her to play and then go home means some things never change.
And having people in their 30s call me “M’am” or “Miss Lisa” means … well, I’m choosing to believe that means I live in The South.
What are some of the symbols of shift in your life?