Wednesday, June 21, 2017

long and beautiful

What can I say -- I love these long days that herald the beginning of summer! I love the fact that I can wake up to light and roll over for another few hours in that dreamy state, where the mind hasn't yet taken on the clutter of the day and the birdsong comes in good and strong through the open window.

We eat a late breakfast on the porch...

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And I have a late walk through the garden...

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And if this were winter, I'd be anxiously counting the hours til an impending sunset. But of course it isn't winter. It is one long and beautiful day -- the first day of summer.

(The Happy Returns daylily is crazily showing up everywhere now and I almost take it for granted, even as just a short while back, I would have swooned over every single bloom...)

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Snowdrop and her family are back this afternoon and I meet them for a quick lunch...

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... then we kill time, as the young family's house is going through an inspection (it sold almost the minute they put it on the market).

Where? Oh, come on! It's the first day of summer! The pool!

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I wouldn't say it's the warmest day of the season (lower 70sF, or about 23C), but on the upside, this makes for a very uncrowded pool.

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Three generations of splashers!

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Snowdrop comes to the farmhouse afterwards and I am excited to show her the handful of cherries that have survived on our young tree!

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Here's a double one! She is an appreciative cherry eater.

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(Gaga, I only have one shoe on! I know... Oh, the joys of summer!)

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Evening. Snowdrop has gone back to her home. Ed is out biking (if it's Wednesday, then he must be out speeding along the rural roads, barely avoiding smashing his collar bone each time...). I cook up the components of a salad nicoise and then, being Polish, I head out for a walk. It's a national past time: in the evenings, we walk.

I head east, first -- to inspect the damage from a fallen tree on the farmette land. We don't know why it fell. Most likely it was a combination of wind and tree type -- box elders eventually topple. This one was rather large and I doubt that Ed will be able to take it down and saw it into logs himself, but I am as sure as anything that he will try.

Then I pick up the road and I watch the truck farmers go about their rituals of tilling and tending...

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The sun plays a game with the sliver of cloud cover and perhaps I should have had the patience to watch this until the final setting, but I was just so focused on enjoying the evening, that the significance of this longest day was a little pushed to the side.

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It may have been the continuation of solstice, 2017, but to me, it was just one of those beautiful evenings that make you grateful to be here, now, in this place, at this time.

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