The Magic Of Summer
Flowers raise their heads when sunshine beams down on them and helps them to open their blooms.
This time of year is special. It’s when everything dormant comes alive.
And so the magic begins…
In just a few weeks, the summer months will officially begin.
The days get warmer, and there is just a whisper of coolness at night. In the darkness, Ivy stands at the patio door watching for creatures outside.
When one of them comes into sight, I hear her tail hitting the furniture like a metronome keeping time.
“I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.” – Toni Morrison
And so the music begins…
The music of summer comes in many volumes.
The birds sing to one another. Squirrels chatter as they mark their territory. Frogs hop into the water and lizards slither through the grass.
There is the scratchy sound of stalks of sunflowers in the fields as the wind blows them together. They dance and sway back and forth to a tune only they can hear.
Across dry prairies, they grow tall, forming large yellow sunbursts to be foraged by the birds.
“Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.” – Yukio Mishima
And the counting of summer days begins…
Children watch the days on the calendar creep toward school beginning a new session.
Vacations come to a close. Memories are gathered on the beaches and in the mountains.
Sand sifts through fingers and seashells go into pockets to take back home. Something to represent the days spent next to frothy ocean waves.
“Everything good, everything magical, happens between the months of June and August.” – Jenny Han
And so summer comes to an end…
The summer days are marked off one by one. Counted in trips down the hills and valleys of highways and plane rides to distant places.
Families pack to go home and think about returning someday. If that someday ever comes and the pull of their memories is strong enough.
At the season’s end, farmers drive their tractors across acres of land. They planted their crops. And finally, at summer’s end, it is time to harvest.
Memories recede as hot days turn cool.
And so summer comes to a close, and the magic of fall begins with the colorful turning of leaves.
This is such a beautiful post, Brenda
Summer is my favorite month, for many of the reasons you wrote about. My best memories of childhood are those from summers, and it’s funny, how a whiff of evening summer air can bring those memories right back. Beautiful post.
Beautiful words that evoke wonderful memories. You also reminded of the smell of fresh-cut grass, eating watermelon can see how far you could spit the seeds. We also used to Churn ice cream hot Sunday afternoon with friends. It’s been a long time since I’ve had homemade ice cream.
What a delightfully beautiful post, Brenda. Took me back to my childhood and some happy memories.
Lovely words Brenda and it invoked summer memories for me. I couldn’t wait to have days all to myself and read and draw and play with neighbors. Sadly parents today keep their kids so busy filled up with this week of camp and that sports activity that kids can’t be kids like we were. I am so glad I grew up in the 60’s and had all that wonderful relaxing carefree days. How it all has changed so I do understand what parents today go through between monitoring social media and not allowing them to walk to the corner store.
Beautiful words today as I sit here on my porch watching wrens build a nest..humming birds at the feeders.. birds and squirrels eating sunflower seeds…our flowers blooming..I will savor each and every day of this as the season flies by quickly…went back and read some of your old blogs from 2017…one was things that touch my heart…really good reading…enjoy every day..blessings to all💕
I’ve got to go back into my old content and see what needs work. Google wants you to redo posts every 6 months. The work is never done…
What do you mean, they want you to redo your posts every 6 months?
My comment failed to show up, so here we go – probably something I goofed up on.
Your writing today is so lovely, so evocative of the joys of summer.
Especially liked the caladium photo with the water drops – so fresh and green! Just wondering – did the bunny leave any of the mystery plant?
Hugs and pets to Ivy Lou.
First, your comment went to Moderation for some reason. Which means that I have to publish it myself. I don’t know why it does this. Probably didn’t recognize you for some reason. Second, the mystery plant is like one stalk with a few leaves left.
Sweet post. I see pictures of the season through your words.
When I write, I see what I’m writing about in my mind and just put words to it.
The muse of summer spoke to you, for sure. Beautiful writing, lovely quotes too. I love Toni Morrison and Mishima.
The photo of the caladium with the water/rain drops is lovely.
And of course, pretty Ivy Lou – sending her pets.
I’ve had the Jacques Brel song, If You Go Away, going through my head and this narrative about summer reminds me of it.
That big caladium leaf just begs to be photographed.
the 3D of your kitchen is really cool—how did you do that?
My ad company put it together for me.
Oh Brenda, beautifully written. You have touched upon all the wonderful things that summer gives us.
Neighbor Steve and I went out to lunch, something I seldom do. Eating inside a place rather than having food to go. Already getting hot out there and now I’ve come in and closed the curtains and am enjoying the cool air.