There are fragrant acres where
evening comes long hours late
and the still unmoving air
cools the fevered hands of Fate.
Meadows where the afternoon
hangs suspended in a flower
and the moments of our doom
drift upon a weightless hour.
And we who thought that surely night
would bring us triumph or defeat
only find the stars are white
clover at our naked feet.
~ Tennessee Williams
Tuesday I mailed in my compliance
letter to the home school association
officially ending our school year.
So begins summer vacation.
The sweet smell of honeysuckle has
faded giving way to the scent of
gardenias that My Mike planted
Spring thunderstorms bring stunning
clouds, thunder, lightening and afternoon
rains, leaving the air so muggy if feels
like you are wearing a damp coat.
I try to finish most of my outside work
before the sun rises too high in the sky,
feeding animals, weeding, picking produce.
I am walking long before the sun rises and
again after it begins to set for the night,
otherwise I just melt. Southern summers
are not for the weak.
The hammock is set up under the pecan
tree and I often find myself there in the
early night, swinging gentle, watching
lightening bugs and listening to the
My sweater knitting is almost complete,
just a neck band and then I will block
it before wrapping it in tissue to store
in the cedar chest. I am itching to cast
on a new project and am leaning toward
this, what do you think?
I sliced the first watermelon of the season,
and then Alex and I ate the whole thing
in one day, it was really good.
Enjoy a fantastic weekend and
Happy Memorial Day.