philosophy is the talk on a cereal box

Here is a photo I took this evening of our garden. I planted this garden when Maizie was tiny and we were in the "in between years" without horses. Now that we are fostering Pie and Sovereign, my poor garden is very weedy - (I took the photo from far away - trust me - VERY weedy!). Below is a photo I took tonight of the unused hammock. I have a fabulous book that I would love to read in this hammock, but I can't seem to find the time! This is my first post in a week - the longest I have ever gone without blogging. (To be fair, I think that I might have just liked that picture of Brian loving up Sovey so much that I didn't want to bump it off with a new post!)
Still, I have been thinking about time and where it goes. Life is so fun and wonderful and it goes so fast anyway, but with horses in the picture - forget it - it flies by! In one week, Maizie finished school for the year so there were tons of activities for her and me, the room mother. It poured rain for a couple of days, so Pie and Sovey were mudballs and then, inside boys. Next, the sun came out with extra gnats and mosquitoes so Pie and Sovey were getting eaten alive. I tried to maintain a "normal" schedule with them, but I only got to ride Pie one evening. I was feeling very frustrated and then I started to read the posts of all my favorite blogging friends and I realized that with horses in our lives, it just is an amazing, unpredictable roller coaster ride! It never goes exactly like we planned. It seems like all of us wrestle with "regular" life and finding time to fit in our necessary "horse time". I am wondering about Summer, the season, as being the real culprit behind my current rushed feeling at the barn. The honeysuckle is so pungent and the days are long and I feel like I have to rush because if I don't I might miss something! I have to ride tonight because the trails are lovely now, I have to groom multiple times because the boys are so itchy, I have to cut the grass because it rained so much and it is a jungle, I have to plant the trees because the ground will get too hard later, I have to play tennis, I have to run, I have to picnic, I have to...I have to...whew! It is all Summer's fault!