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Today I Love Memories Of Summer Days

guitar on my office chair
Music fills my life still

Today I love memories of summer days, wandering through our acre and a half garden, investigating every corner of our farm, checking on every plant and creature, finding corners and crevices in which to hide and meditate. I love that though I do not have that space nor pursue those activities any more, I do revisit them regularly in my heart and they continue to make me happy. I love remembering my horses, remembering riding, remembering chores and the certainty and comfort of my responsibilities. I love that these summer days bring back those old memories with little effort on my part, they are just there, appearing like movie clips playing in my mind while I continue to make new summer memories that in a few years will be as treasured as these old ones are. I love remembering making butter, driving tractor, haying and harvest, swimming in the lake in cut off jeans and then going home to finish my chores in those same wet cut-offs. I love memories of picking wild berries in the bush, plums on the old family farm where no one lives any more, peas and beans and corn and cucumbers and squash and all the things that our garden gave us. I love remembering those days and I love spending these days in trying to capture little bits of those ones.

Today I love my music still, though we haven’t been able to play anywhere in the last few months. I love how music has been working hard online to keep its head above water and provide strength and support for humanity in these days of dark hopes and hard won dreams. I love that many of my friends have been posting online music to help people get through their days and I appreciate them doing that, since I seemed to keep forgetting to.

Today I love apple sauce on toast. I love pizza and its comforting way of filling you up while looking deceivingly snack like. I love dining out and I hope that is a thing we will get to do again soon. I love that things are currently leaning toward normalization again, though I do not think normal will return for a while. I love that we have found our stride and our elevation for continuing our lives with joy and love here in the blue castle. I love that we are just as likely to watch a half hour cooking show of dubious production quality as we are to watch an epic movie of some classic tale, and just as likely to enjoy either of those things. I love that there are a few movies that we will just automatically watch if they come on commercial TV even though we hardly ever watch Commercial TV. I love that a disproportionate number of those movies that we would watch are cartoons.

Today I love wandering around the summer yard with a cup of coffee and admiring the summer beauty of everything and letting it all trigger my memories.

Today I Love Memories Of Summer Days

Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live on the traditional lands of the Chippewas of Nawash in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or 7 generations and my First Nations friend's families go back hundreds of generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I am a freelance writer and I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about living with ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

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Babcock, K. (2020). Today I Love Memories Of Summer Days. Psych Central. Retrieved on October 22, 2020, from


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