I’m not typically one to wax nostalgic about the end of summer. I welcome fall’s cooler, clearer days and the natural cycle of putting the gardens to bed for the winter.
Until I come across a picture like this, taken less than two weeks ago on the shore of a Canadian lake in Quebec Province.
Seems like a year . . .
Life changes fast. One minute it’s summertime blues and the whisper of cattail rushes. The next, you’re dozing at the bedside of a loved one, tuned to the blips and beeps of an I.V. machine and speaking a new tongue with intimate strangers in surgical blues.
Things are improving little by little, but you can’t blame me for yearning for the sweet summertime abandon I felt when I snapped this photo.
So long, summer sass.
very nice post
I appreciated your blog entry of Aug. 2/06, “Coffee that rocks”/ “youth for change international”. In light of the 34 day bombardment of Lebanon by Israel troops (and the peace activism in Israel at the time) I saved a newspaper article to tell you about. The article of Aug. 21/06 was titled “A reel plan for peace” with the subheading: “B.C. filmmaking camp brings young Israelis, Palestinians together”. Young people of both nations travelled to my province, British Columbia, Canada, to make films on beautiful Galiano Island at the filmmaking school there. The youth got to know one another and to unlearn some things they had believed in their separateness from one another. I just thought you might like to know that. Peace to you.
Thank you, A.I. It’s always nice to hear from you and your positive message is especially welcome right now.