Another Summer day

This day is hot and muggy. The air is so heavy with moisture that it's sticky, and that is unusual in Utah. We are a desert state. The garden is green and growing fast. Pumpkins are in bloom. And me, as usual----I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. I live in the house where my paternal grandparents used to live before they passed on. This is the house where I learned to love Christmas and the true meaning of Christmas. There are still little nails in the woodwork over every doorway where my Grandma hung her mistletoe and tried to catch each of her Grandkids sneaking under it for a kiss. I'm feeling nostalgic for her today, and for Grandpa, my favorite person, who taught me much when I didn't even know I was learning. I learned to love Bing Crosby music because Grandpa listened to my Beatles records with me, and so I felt obligated to listen to Bing with him. Many, many Christmas memories today of long ago. But truly, Christmas isn't a date, it's a state of mind.