Isn't it self explanatory?
Summer began on the last day of school in June. Released before noon, all wearing light colors, and dragging locker-filled backpacks behind them, the kids had freedom on their faces. Summer began again on the solstice, when the sun hung, balanced lightly at the tip of the day, leaning into the sparse night. Summer began… Continue reading Begin and begin and begin again
It's the last day of summer, and before we launch into fall color, carved pumpkins, and big bowls of soups and stews, I need to take a moment to acknowledge what we accomplished around here the last couple of months. And when I say we, I really mean he, as in M. Because he was… Continue reading What we did on our summer vacation
As you can tell, I've been trying to catch up on my posts for my 52-week photo project, so what are the odds that today's post about summer would coincide with the first snow of the season? I'll turn this to my advantage. How about we create a little space of insulation to ward off… Continue reading 52 Weeks – Summer (29/52)
Summer camp schedules and the unusual heat lately have made me rethink my regular noon-time dog walk. We're going mornings these days. Early. Before anyone else in the house is awake. When the air is still cool and there's some dew left in the hay fields, and a bit of mist hangs over everything. I've… Continue reading Morning song
It's been hot here this week. Dog-gone hot. Tongue-hanging-out-of-the-mouth hot. Popsicles-in-the-afternoon-and-then-ice-cream-in-the-evenings hot. The gin is living in the freezer, only coming out briefly in the evenings to mingle with tonic, lime, and ice in our little sippy cups. Summer has come, and hit with full force. And I'm not complaining one tiny itsy bit. This… Continue reading Sweet summer decline
Summer morning, hot by nine. Filling the water bucket and the water hisses and flashes from the hose's nozzle like jagged, spiky rays from a sparkler, then fizzles against the dark bucket's black bottom, boils awhile settles into a steady simmer before it abruptly goes still when the nozzle sinks below the surface. The goats… Continue reading Summer solstice
