Sunday, August 03, 2014

One Misty, Moisty Morning...


Raindrops string themselves along the garden fence and drip from the leaves of the coneflowers. A thin mist hovers over the tops of the evergreens and tangles itself in the maple leaves. The sky is pale gray and smooth as the inside of a seashell. A slow, quiet rainy day seems to contain less energy than one bright with sunshine. I'm tempted to curl up on the daybed with a book, the comforter over my bare feet and a cup of hot tea at my elbow.

Yesterday I poked among the squash leaves, big as elephant ears, looking for zucchini. What I found instead were winter squash, young and pale but growing into the familiar flared shape of a butternut. I don't remember planting them. My cucumbers have dozens of yellow flowers, the bean plants are strung with miniature beans, and the chard stalks gleamed red in the sun. I picked the few beets that had matured, and a handful of late peas. The pea vines are mostly dried out and hang dejectedly on their fence. Next month I will dig the potatoes and make a feast of them.

July slipped into August without my noticing until I went to write a check and had to look up the date. The summer has been a blur of travel and grandchildren and long, languid weekends spent bicycling or lazing about in my screened tent. There were weeks that blended into one another in a haze of heat and lightning storms. Family obligations kept me away from home for days at a time so that when I did return to the cottage it was like stumbling on an oasis.

The sky is beginning to brighten. Perhaps the sun will make an appearance after all and the energy of the day will change from indolent to industrious. Perhaps I shall surrender to it; perhaps I will reject industry in favor of a nap in a puddle of sunshine.

7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

after a week that was cool the sun came back here with a passion...it was sweltering yesterday and today is starting to feel like it might join suit....summer is over...school starts back tomorrow...orientation for freshmen...then our work days...then kids....

Marc Leavitt said...

Pauline:

"Summer's lease hath all too short a date."

Out on the prairie said...

Getting lots from my garden, made a birthday meal for a friend out of it yesterday. had to buy lettuce

Wisewebwoman said...

Yes the blur of July smashing into August. I can so relate. I, too, lost track.

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Judith said...

"a nap in a puddle of sunshine" --
what a wonderful image!

Hilary said...

No matter the weather, there's always something beautiful to love about summer. And the same goes for your prose. We've had our rainy days also.. but it's but pure summer sunshine for the last week or so. Sigh!

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