It's been a year --- I don't know why -- lots of stuff-- but it's July again - and I'm already disarmed - I spent the Fourth of July in Edmonds, Wa with my daughter and her family - - small town USA parade -- fireworks over the water -- wonderful experince --than the cloud show flyin back -- what an amazing experience -- and the world creates those for us everyday-- Everyday and night - if you just take note-- Iwatched the peach-apricot colored moon rise on Friday nite-- it was "capeela luna"  people live years and never watch the moon rise or set -- poor, poor people -- and the lightning bugs in my back yard trees in June are a laser show..I get totally "high " on nature.. why wouldn't you?? It's such a show off .. And I made a peach cobler with fres,ripe peaches - (alittle almond flavorin and ginger and wala!  Delish! (As my friend Dorothy used to say) -- the angel turmpet flowers are bloomin in what was her yard.. lovely--I miss her so .. but I have new wonderful neighbors and friends..Nikk and Lenna.. "the only permanent thing in life is change..." and you have to keep up with it .. and sometimes it is hard to keep up..

I love to cook -- I really love to cook and to ccok for people who enjoy my food is the ultimate -- have a new friend that heightens this... "this pie is so goo  it makes me want to hug myself" and you sure do cook good for a white woman"  epitome of compliment to me --

God is great , beer is good , and people are crazy

September Morn

There should be a fourth season - the one where summer is still holdin on but autumn is sneaking in the door. I have trouble with this season-an ansiness that I can't describe. Transition from summer to fall has always come hard to me. I am a summer child and I do adore it. I love the sun the flowers the food, the birds, butterflies, lightning bugs. I don't care if it's hot- there is nothing like the cold of a stream or pool when you're really hot--So I always feel a little remorse when all the greatness is close to being over. But then there comes a September morning where the sunlight bequeaths a different shade to leaves and the slight coolness in the air kisses your skin and suddenly its OK if summer must recluse. I have always favored September for a feeling of newness - it's kind of my New Years. It is a twixt and tween and once I get thru the transition it's one of the most enjoyable months of all. I never classify it as full-fledged fall but it prepares me for enjoying the absolute upcoming season. It's the fourth season- the in-between- the saying good-bye and hello - it's its own special beauty and splendor. It's September and once that particular morning hits - I begin to let go and make myself open to beauty and joy another autumn.

August Sunrise

The sunrises are different in August and oddly enough much like the sunsets in August. Both are huge orange balls that seem as if all the heat of summer had snow-balled into these huge circles of energy. I drove to the top of the hill behind where I live to watch an August sunrise. I can't view this miracle from my backyard because of the beautiful full sycamore, mulberry, and buckeye trees(a miracle in themselves). As I sat waiting for the proof of yet the gift of another day, I kept guessing exactly where it would begin-- there was a cloud with brightness behind it that I was betting on being "the spot". But much to the left was where the color first showed itself - birds sang as if makin fun of my misjudgment - as if they know the exact spot all along. Maybe they did. I sat till the show was vivid and again validated that yes, August sunrises are gorgeous orange worlds,and I still stared in wonder. I started back home but found myself "tracking" that sight that still awes me. It happens everyday-the sunrise- but they are different in August- somehow more significant- more profound- maybe its the brillant color, maybe it's that summer is not for long, maybe the warmth of the mornings--Whatever it is, it burns in my memories - and I always take note of it each year - a homage, an assurance that it really is still the same - and that it still happens everyday in August.

a morning in july

Start at the beginning.  That's well-heeded advice - most of the time - but not today for me - I m starting in the middle - now - Im not beginning with an explanation of why this blog is mis-named  or why its been set up for so long and my mind set has locked out written expression.  No - I'll do that another time - or not.    Im starting with sentimets of this day.

I've enjoyed the most marvelous July morning - a lovely summer morning with morning sun shadows and a much coveted breeze - a gentle easy breeze - the sight and sound of nature - birds wings in flight - crazy squirrels chattin - my uglg ( and I do mean ugly) humpbacked resident rabbit - and a lagnape - the sweet fragrance of a hosta bloom - the initial bloom a limelight hydrangea - and last but not least, the progress of a phallic shaped eggplant (wouldn't you know the first one i ever grew would take on that personification) ah, what a sense of humor mother nature has.

the morning was enhanced tremendously by the fact that I feel like a kid out of school on summer vacation - I am writing this in my nightgown - I have no earth shattering responsibilties this morning - I have as usual taken my morning coffee on the porch in this wonderful "hand-me-down" wicker chair that my neighbor was going to discard.  Silly man - if he only knew the pleasures ive seen and enjoyed in that chair sittin next to my front door (Ive held grandchildren for stories, observed erotic squirrel behavior, scolded at wrens who want to live in my house with me, perched coffee cups and wine glasses on the broad arms - pondered infinite thoughts ,etc)  So it was fitting that be my perch this morning for reading - i don't usually read in the morning - but I reveling in treasure for $1.00 entitled "Endangered Pleasures" - so i aptly partook of an endangered pleasure - i read in the gentle summer morning on my front porch in my nightgown and of all things, relaxed with the concept.

then i dived in a little deepr to joy and treated myself to a lively, engaging, wonderful conversation with my friend Annie -- this is a blessing in itself - if you only knew Annie  Talking with Annie is enlilghtening and always brings about discovery and reassurance.

Pushing my luck of being on such a "high"  i plunged into a bowl of cereal with blueberris AND peaches and let summer tickle my tongue  - i dined at my front yard table with the ants from an aged bouquet  (I think it was the altheas that they love to picnic with)

now, the smell of bacon is permating my little cottage house and its waiting on that fat homegrown tomato to "do the sandwich shuffle with"  

the sun is rising high - the sky scene from the window in my bookroom is already that of a noon day scene - the bird's song is sparcer - and i have my list to check off - but ill carry out daily duties in a heightened sense because of the pleasure of the morning i have logged and the anticipation of what other earthly pleasures are in store for me before the midnight hour converts this summer day to the next one.