“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

8.23.2014

saturday morning with summer


the downward part of summer is here, the august light blasting. harsh.  every flaw in the landscape is magnified all the way till the stars come out.  it is at last hot hot hot, a month still to go before autumn arrives.  breezes blow and it is even hotter.  the birds this morning are silent, but the rose of sharon trees are full of bees and draw me near, pull me in.

a reader tells me that where she lives "all august it has been october".  we have only been august, and even then, only now.  we may reach 100° by tomorrow, and if so, it will be our first.  summer comes late this year.  we may not reach october until the end of the year, our seasons sliding slowly one into another.  i am already planning - there will be a pumpkin under the christmas tree.

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5 comments:

  1. a pumpkin under the Christmas tree ?
    I LOVE it.
    this morning, in rebellion of no august, no summer, I am dressing the house in dried gourds and dried darkened corn ears with no corn, and turkey feathers, bittersweet and more candles. and ....dark things. and a blackened terra cotta pumpkin. it suits me in this no summer. no October witches and such....
    .simply fall. it is here. it has been here since early july.
    and I begin the wait for winter....again. it just only left, you know.

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  2. beautifully written, as always. here we have a cold spring that has all its outward signs, its little bird songs and vast blue skies, but there is still such coldness at its heart.

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  3. : ) "our seasons sliding one into the other" that's what it feels like here too. wonderful way to describe it.

    thank you for your comment on my blog. the name sounded familiar when I visited and now I remember where - Flickr. your beautiful photos of Maggie. and such tender writing also. happy to have stumbled across you and your writing again.

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    1. oh my. you have a good memory! i can't believe you remember sweet maggie. that touches me.

      and i loved your blog. i'm so happy to reconnect. xoxo

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  4. beautiful what you are doing here - you ARE a great storyteller in both images and words!

    xo

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