Summer days

There is something so unreal about summer in Toronto. We spend the the winter months dreaming of the days when we can finally wear flipflops and shorts again. I for one am always so desperate to wear sandals, that I started wearing mine at the beginning of April when it was still a tad bit chilly out. I bet anyone walking by seeing a girl in flipflops and a coat got a good laugh. Either way, the air is warm and the days are getting longer (the sun is still visible after 8pm). There is really nothing to complain about. School is winding down for the ones that aren't in University. Weekends are spent at the cottage, or at the beach. Summer is truly the reward for the cold dark months of winter we suffer through each year. It is that needed break of relaxed weather. I know once we hit July and the smog alerts start and the humidity starts to rise I will probably have a different outlook, but for now it is simply bliss. Laying in the sun, reading a book, listening to my ipod, drinking san pelligrino to stay cool. It sounds phenominal. I was always envious of those living in Vancouver. They don't really get the cold weather we do here, but they definietly do not get the hot we do either. They may get moderate weather all year long, but we get the coldest of cold and the hottest of hot. In Toronto we get the best of both. Hopefully this summer will be a hot and humid one unlike last year. Although with the garbage strike last year I am kind of glad it wasn't brutally hot because all that garbage would have been more awful than it was. All in all I hope its a great summer, with great weather.

Happy Wednesday, it really only gets better after wednesdays.
Enjoy

Time Flies .....

Sometimes you just need to stop and smell the roses.

I never really thought of the significance behind that saying. Each day passes us so quickly we never stop and reflect on the time that has gone by. We live each day by the next one to come. I find myself always saying "I can't wait for tomorrow", its always a race to be somewhere you are not. Appreciating the moment is not something we do anymore in our culture. We live day by day in a cyber world. We are surrounded by technology that makes living slowly impossible when a text message can be sent and read within seconds.
Thoreau wrote about this exact topic and declared that living among nature is the only cure.
When I think of what he said, stopping to smell the roses has more imagery and a visual nature than I originally thought.
The roses represent how we need to stop and take in what surrounds us. Take in everything that has happened or is happening in the moment. Reflection is a key to reminding ourselves that there are so little hours in a day. What may seem like a long time isn't long at all. I occasionally hear my parents say "that seems like it was just yesterday." Time seriously does fly. It breezes by like the wind and happens in a flash like lightening. I can honestly say I am the worst when it comes to wishing time away. Over the years I have realized that I'm not wishing time away but wishing life away. Next time you find yourself in a rush and in a tizz about something at work or with your friends, stop and smell the roses.