Something Creative
Author’s Note: I started this nearly a week ago…as you can see it’s taken a while to finish this but I’m going to keep writing it as if no time at all has passed. In fact it may not have as I could possibly have found a way to go back in time & finish this before adding this little blurb but you won’t ever know for sure.Today being the first day of September & warmer than many of the days in August it seems appropriate to write a goodbye letter to summer. It’s been a strange summer…much colder than normal so we didn’t do a lot of our normal activities. No camping, no trip up the North Shore (we will get there before fall is over) and just the normal outdoor activites. Of course the odd weather only was part of the reason we limited our activities….but that’s been discussed several times & I’m feeling really good today so I’ll let that go.
I noticed today as I left the house at lunch that one of the trees across the way is already showing red…there have been frost warnings the last few nights so it won’t be long until more trees are also turning.
As anxious as I was for the bright heat of summer I am nearly as anxious for it to be gone. This is a much different outlook that normal as I am in love with summer. I long for the long hot days & the sultry nights. I have been known to bask in the humidity not unlike a hibiscus flower. When others are running for the air conditioning I am lounging in state of bliss letting the heat penetrate to my marrow. It’s the feeling of utter peace that decends on summer afternoons that I enjoy…the distant buzz of a lawnmower running, the grass almost crackling beneath my blanket, the bleached blue sky & the smell of the sun in my hair as I languidly turn pages in whatever book in which I am currently living. Then the late supper off the grill, sometimes accompanied by a perfectly chilled bottle of wine…sitting back & relaxing as the sun slinks off and the thick blanket of night prowls in filled with lightening bugs & the distant planets winking at some secret.
All of that was missing this summer. The warmth that was promised in spring was naught but a shiny used-car salesman promise with a bad carbuerator & slow oil leak. We experienced many days of downright cold days mixed with skies the color of sack cloth & ashes. The long warm days were instead long damp days turning into nights without the light of stars or bonfires. Rather than have the opportunity of showing off my pedicure (yes, I’m still obsessed with how cute my toes are) in sandals I often wore wool socks & my winter shoes to work. The number of times I wore cute summer tops & dared to bare some skin is a woefully inadequate. So I for one am not feeling a lingering lust for the dog days of summer…rather I am looking forward with hope at an autumn replete with chilly nights & Indian summer days perfect for tramping through my favorite wooded haunts & exploring new ones then ending the day with a blanket in front of the crackling fire of summer’s remains.
As anxious as I was for the bright heat of summer I am nearly as anxious for it to be gone. This is a much different outlook that normal as I am in love with summer. I long for the long hot days & the sultry nights. I have been known to bask in the humidity not unlike a hibiscus flower. When others are running for the air conditioning I am lounging in state of bliss letting the heat penetrate to my marrow. It’s the feeling of utter peace that decends on summer afternoons that I enjoy…the distant buzz of a lawnmower running, the grass almost crackling beneath my blanket, the bleached blue sky & the smell of the sun in my hair as I languidly turn pages in whatever book in which I am currently living. Then the late supper off the grill, sometimes accompanied by a perfectly chilled bottle of wine…sitting back & relaxing as the sun slinks off and the thick blanket of night prowls in filled with lightening bugs & the distant planets winking at some secret.
All of that was missing this summer. The warmth that was promised in spring was naught but a shiny used-car salesman promise with a bad carbuerator & slow oil leak. We experienced many days of downright cold days mixed with skies the color of sack cloth & ashes. The long warm days were instead long damp days turning into nights without the light of stars or bonfires. Rather than have the opportunity of showing off my pedicure (yes, I’m still obsessed with how cute my toes are) in sandals I often wore wool socks & my winter shoes to work. The number of times I wore cute summer tops & dared to bare some skin is a woefully inadequate. So I for one am not feeling a lingering lust for the dog days of summer…rather I am looking forward with hope at an autumn replete with chilly nights & Indian summer days perfect for tramping through my favorite wooded haunts & exploring new ones then ending the day with a blanket in front of the crackling fire of summer’s remains.
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