“When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.”
Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth

Monday, September 13, 2010

This Was The Summer of.....

Just thinking a little tonight about the cool fall weather we've been having and how official the end of summer feels suddenly. It was a good summer and it seems healthy to process it out now that its about to become a file in the memory bank. How would I label the last few months if I had to define what made this summer unique, what would that look like.

How about this:

It was the summer of.......
  • our big house purchase
  • the epic cousin visit
  • nightly ice cream in little ramekins
  • much painting
  • the family carpool
  • the iPhone
  • learning to sumersault
  • the big hail storm
  • Frog and Toad
  • Mason Jennings and Michael Franti
  • my last year in the twenties
  • our third son
  • long swims
  • the perfect bruschetta
  • my favorite flip flops
  • truck-stop pancakes
  • Daddy's ciabatta
  • iced coffee
  • long stories
  • silly words
  • my new bloghost
  • the great, hot July
  • old suits
  • the fair's return
  • neighbors
  • Grandpa's riding mower

Lots of wonderful memories in all those little labels and a heck of a lot of poetry too, without meaning it at all. They actually would all make great poem titles. I keep meaning to write more and always struggle with titles. Huh. Kind of inspiring. Good old lists.


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