I have just officially posted the same photo on two blogs. Oh well, it's not that I don't have other photos it's just that I like this one very much. This morning's breakfast, that's banana there in the middle and fresh blueberries, all the farms are touting their blueberries right now. Strawberries are gone until next year (boohoo) and blackberries are just coming on, we had some of those also, not shown. This is the time of year that I am happy to live in the country. Not so much in the winter when I'm sliding and weaving my way down the back roads, white knuckled in the snow and ice home from work, but this time of year is lovely. The crickets and the cicadas are kicking up some beautiful music at night. I know you detest flying bugs so I'm guessing jumping crickets and giant cicada's aren't high on your list either?
But I love them. My ex-husband hated crickets. He grew up in the outskirts of the city. If we got one in the house the sound made him crazy, not me. I grew up surrounded by ten acres of woods so that is summer song to me. We had no air conditioning and the upstairs was always sweltering and we always had the windows wide open to get any sort of breeze you could in. Hearing those babies is like being home to me. Add the call of a whippoorwill and I'm twelve years old again.
Last night I stood in the window about midnight, getting ready for bed and just listened and listened. Time is going by so fast. One season seems to roll right in to the next and then all this will be gone. Soon though we get fall, perhaps my favorite season. Crisp air, falling acorns, the smell of woodsmoke again, apples and pumpkins, colored leaves.
Aah, I'm in a good place this weekend, a complete opposite to earlier in the week. Another reminder that letting go is the best medicine. And those twelve thousand things that were waiting to be done here this weekend; they are still waiting. I know you know how that goes. Life is too important to let the petty stuff get in the way. The layers of dust on my surfaces will still be here this fall and winter but a moment standing in the peace of a summer evening, that goes all too quickly.
We're getting a funny summer here - it's been raining a lot lately, some of it torrential. We drove home through lakes of water on the roads last evening. I'm not complaining though, the rain keeps it cooler, and I don't like the heat.
ReplyDeleteAs for dusting, my friend always says 10 layers of dust look the same as one :-)