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Ahhh those Summer Nights….

July 21, 2008
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Well I think we are officially smack in the middle of the dog days.  Hot as blazes…but the nights…I love the nights!  The cicadas are buzzing in the trees, and the crickets have started…they are a week late this year…I saw one in the grass a few of weeks ago (right on time)  and then listened for them and…nothing…interesting.  The lightening bugs are fun to watch in the grass…and the birds running around after them to eat them….

Last night I watched as a wall of black clouds crept in from the west.  It’s fun to feel for the change of air temp and the smell of approaching rain.  I love the soft warm feel and smell of the air on summer nights.

I feel like I want to memorize it to let it carry me through tough times and winter.  I’ve been grieving the death of some else I know…Tim and I went to a memorial lunch this past Saturday…  The lushness and extravagance of life outside now,  as the summer is completely mature feels like a cradle to rest in.  So I do.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Martha permalink
    July 22, 2008 11:47 am

    Liz,
    Sorry to hear you have lost someone dear.

    Would love to meet soon with you and Tim to share a meal with our family. This weekend?
    Martha

  2. Rebecca permalink
    August 20, 2008 3:32 pm

    Your post reminds me of one of my favorite poems!

    THE SUMMER DAY
    by Mary Oliver

    Who made the world?
    Who made the swan, and the black bear?
    Who made the grasshopper?
    This grasshopper, I mean—
    the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
    the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
    who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
    who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
    Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
    Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
    I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
    I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
    into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
    how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
    which is what I have been doing all day.
    Tell me, what else should I have done?
    Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
    Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?

  3. August 21, 2008 7:14 am

    Thank you, Rebecca…This is perfect..

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