As a youngster, summer was always the most exciting time of the year for me.  So many things to do; baseball, swimming, fishing golfing, trips to St. Louis to watch the Cardinals, afternoons at the local park to play knock-hockey or caroms, and of course, camping out, usually in the back yard.

There were always benchmarks to my summers marked often by big picnics. Memorial Day weekend kicked off the summer and we’d listen to the Indianapolis 500 on the transistor radio.  The 4th of July was the halfway point; celebrated with a huge parade and heart pounding fireworks.  The county fair and the state fair signaled summer was coming to an end.  The tastes and smells  of taffy, cotton candy, corn on the cob and the pungent aroma of the carnies working the midway will forever be etched in my senses.

It all came and went way too fast.  By the time Jerry Lewis did his annual MDA Telethon, I was already back to school. I longed for the “Endless Summer” the Beach Boys sang about 40 years ago.  When I began my career and moved around the country to places like Texas or Alabama I found summers did last longer; or so it seemed.  You see, I equated summer with the temperature and the color of the leaves.  It stayed warm and green down south a good bit longer and that really helped my state-of-mind.

When my work brought me back to the Midwest I decided it was up to me to keep that endless summer state-of-mind. I developed reasons for staying outdoors later into the year.  I played golf with two gloves on, I raked my own leaves and when I hit my middle 40’s I began ice fishing in Northern Wisconsin, with my brother.

It wasn’t just being outside that helped me transform my mindset, it was how I approached my day. When you’re young, every day of summer has adventurous possibilities.  As I grew older, and the summer days flew by faster, I was determined not to let the calendar get in the way of my happiness.  Finding adventure, completing a project, or relishing a moment wasn’t dictated by the season,  but by me.

I smiled when I saw Labor Day weekend was at the earliest possible time this year. What used to signal the end of summer, is just another reason for a cookout for me now.  Summer doesn’t have to only be three months.  Make it a state-of-mind, not a season.

I’ve never much cared for yard work. It’s often tedious and boring and invariably coupled with traditional steamy Illinois heat and humidity.   I’ve had a hesitancy to prune the bushes and the trees for fear of  messing up the look of them.

A few years ago we were fortunate to find a little cottage on a lake in the Sandhills of North Carolina. It sits on just about an acre of property.  If you sit on the back screened-in porch you can view a couple dozen pine trees, some azalea bushes and the lake.  If you’re perched on a rocker on the front porch you gaze upon, dogwoods,  rhododendrons, hydrangeas, crepe myrtles,  and an assortment of pines and ornamental plants.

When we moved in, you couldn’t see either the lake in the back or the cul-de-sac in the front, because of the density of the bushes and trees.  If you wanted privacy, this was the place for you.  I like my privacy and my solitude, but I learned these trees and bushes need room to grow. When a red tip grows into a pine or a crepe myrtle invades the space of an azalea bush, both suffer.

So, for the last several years, I’ve learned how to prune, how to use a lopper and a chainsaw and how to tell when a branch is really dead.  My landscape friend Jeff often reminds me, you can’t hurt anything.  He proved it by cutting the hydrangeas down to the ground and the crepe myrtles down to knuckles.  Before the year had passed they were not only blooming but thriving with a renewed spirit and freshness.

This isn’t news for those of you who are into horticulture, but to a guy like me who didn’t know a lopper from a trowel, it’s inspiring.   It also makes me think about our own lives and existence.  Do we go through life with the same mundane attitude?  Not really growing, but rather stagnating and letting circumstances smother, overwhelm or stifle our own growth and results.  Or do we decide it’s up to us to change, adapt, refresh, and reshape.  Is your life’s strategy working, or is it time to prune in order to grow?  If you feel like you’re being smothered, overwhelmed or overshadowed, maybe it’s time to take on a new strategy to prune back the old to allow the new to flourish.

Jeff is right;  You really can’t hurt anything by trying…..good luck!

The first entry in the Oxford dictionary for the word “Retirement” is this: “The action or fact of leaving one’s job and ceasing to work.” I certainly concur with the first half of that definition, however I doubt if many people “cease to work” while in the phase of life called “retirement.” Whether it’s around their home or in the public or private sector, very few people work until retirement age and then do nothing. It’s usually not in their DNA.

It’s quite true I have left my current job. I was with my employer for 35 years in a variety of different locations and roles. Now that I have departed to begin new adventures and since I will soon draw a pension from that employer, I am considered retired. The reality right now is I am on vacation. I had accrued enough “PV” to be on vacation from March 1 to August 1.

Frankly, I find it a wonderful spot to be in. People ask me all the time, “How do you like retirement?” I usually say, “it feels like vacation to me.” Indeed I hope it always does. As many people have heard me quote Confucius “If you love your work, you’ll never work a day in your life.” Well, I’m loving vacation and I hope that my new career with Jewels in Your Crown (JiYC) will be just as much fun. You see, I don’t plan to “retire” for a long, long time, but I do hope I can add value on this earth via a new and exciting vehicle.

I imagine many “retirees” feel as I do. They want to continue to add value and make a difference. Let me know what you think.
All my best,
Craig

I’ve always encouraged my talented, creative friends to start their own Blog. They always say to me, “Who would want to read my thoughts?” I always reply, “You might be surprised.”
Last week, the gentleman who hosts my website encouraged me to start my own Blog. I said to him,”Who would want to read my thoughts?” He replied, “You might be surprised.” So here I am, writing my first Blog. He told me it would increase site traffic. For me that is reason enough. I also have lots to share as I prepare to re-launch my website and market my latest book. I’ll look forward to sharing my thoughts and am eager to see what, if anything results from my JiYC Blog. Thanks for checking in!