As I sit quietly with my morning coffee, sunlight is streaming through the kitchen window. It’s summer sunshine and the first full day of the season in which we place so many hopes.
We make plans for places we’ll go, day trips we’ll take, visits we’ll make to friends and their cottages, books we’ll read, deck barbeques we’ll plan, beaches we’ll walk, hikes we’ll take…. And the list could go on.
How much can one squeeze into one short season? How much time will we give ourselves to be at home or at the cottage and just BE in that space, in that place, and allow ourselves to enjoy the greenery of the yard, the flowers on the deck?
So while my mental to-do list is long, it is made of similar plans that I made last year and the year previous. My season will be a success if I accomplish time, time to be, to relax at home and enjoy the greens and the breezes provided by the beautiful Bay of Fundy.
No matter where you live, may your summer be good for you.
Tall, reaching for the sun,
Day lilies bloom
From early morning
Till nighttime when they are spent.
From garden to garden
To share blooms
Oranges, yellows, reds,
Old fashioned trumpets
Add colour and joy to our summer.
No pressure Summer, but so many are so invested in you. We have plans, many plans that we want to jam and cram into two short months. We ask and are asked about our intentions for you Summer. We make lists, book trips, plan barbeques and family get togethers. We think greedily of the time we’ll have, all we’ll accomplish, the friends we’ll visit, the books we’ll read.
So Summer, we are invested in you. Be good to us.
I call him my crane but he’s not mine and he’s actually a heron, not a crane. And actually, ‘he’ may be a different one each time he comes by. And he may even be a she. Confused?
It all started when we first began, many years ago, spending a month or so at the beach every summer. I would notice a crane fly by after supper. (I called it that, not knowing that it was a heron and the name has stuck.). He (or she) would stop on a sandbar just up from our cottage for a few minutes, fly to the next one closer to us and then usually stop right in front of us in his flight back to Shediac Island – again a supposition.
Every evening we would watch for the crane. My children would call out while playing, “Mom, there’s your crane!” And we would all stop and watch. They’ve accused me of stalking him in an effort to get a good picture. Cranes are not an easy subject for a novice photographer to capture. They like to keep their distance.
So again this year, we watched, enjoyed, and stalked the crane. The things you do in summer…..
I summer we walk and I collect things. After a stroll through cottage lanes, I usually return with a few roadside daisies or wild roses in hand. While walking on the beach I pick up a few pretty shells, a sand dollar, if I’m fortunate, a nice rock or two and some pieces of driftwood. I lay them in the deck rail, admire them for a bit and generally return the rocks and shells to their home.
Driftwood, however, I hang on to longer. I wonder what I could do with these pieces. I have been known to use a nice slender wavy piece as a hanger for a rug hooking. In my student days I had a lovely large piece that to me was a seagull in flight. It adorned my wall. I have taken big pieces home and put them in my flower gardens. Some small and interesting pieces have adorned my mantle, a bit of summer during cool days. They’re just bits of driftwood that I saw something in.
Our neighbour at the cottage got very creative with a large piece that washed ashore last spring. I love how it’s a perfect nest for the geraniums.
So the highlight of the wedding is always the bride. Lily’s daughter was calm and collected. There was no hysterics or drama just lovely warm fun around the house the day of the wedding as she was getting ready to marry.
She was happy to talk to everyone who was around. I was so lucky, I got to tie the bow on her dress.
The groom was around too, his lovely parents, their friends, and a few of the brides’ parents’ friends. I made the mother of the bride a cup of tea and watched as all the bridesmaids and groomsmen had a shot of rum. Sitting there on the stairs watching them we joked about what happened to us, why weren’t we having a drink of rum. We laughed that we were getting old, happy with our tea. And we were solidly happy watching them while we had our tea and shared a lovely time together. The whole day was beautiful.