If you are like me, you cursed the lousy summer we had this year in the Yukon. Okay, maybe you didn’t curse it. But I wasn’t the only one who felt a bit shortchanged. It’s because of my expectations for Summer– dazzling summers here. We know. We expect that. We live through the winter to get that summer. We had two weeks of summer—14 days, I think. Only 3 in a row.
But now, my tune is changing. The last few days, I haven’t been expecting good weather—I’ve been anticipating that slide into Winter. And I’ve been pleased at every day that thwarts that. Like today. All it takes is the sun to be shining, and I’m thrilled that it made it out.
Funny how it isn’t that the sunny days are more frequent, or that there is less rain than in the summer. Really it’s just a continuation of the Yukon Summer as a long British movie …BUT my expectations for summer and for fall are completely different. I expected more out of summer, and was disappointed. Now that I’ve accepted my fate, that Winter will be here soon, I’m delighted when my expectations are NOT met. That Fall has some nice warm days for us.
So I’ve been out picking berries, cutting wood, eating lunch in the forest, enjoying the surprise gifts I don’t deserve and shouldn’t expect. It’s a kind of Weather Grace. Next year, maybe I’ll expect the summer to be lousy and then I can be as pleasantly surprised by the weather’s good behavior when it happens.
Change yourself, change the weather. Hmmm. That’s an idea. At least, the yellow is brighter that way.