“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
The morning is lovely. The late rain last night chased away yesterday’s humidity, and the day is bright with air so clear it accentuates all the color and beauty around me.
Yesterday I was an extra in The Birds, Part II. Crows came and five or six just sat on my deck rail and stared. Others perched on branches and a few hung off the suet feeder taking giant mouthfuls. I looked around for a phone booth just in case.
My birthday was perfect. When I opened my front door, there was a giant mum so big I couldn’t even get out the door. I finally grabbed the edge of the planter, tilted it away from the door and squeezed my way outside. The plant was from my friends Tony and Clare. They always start my birthday in the most spectacular way. My family called throughout the day with a few songs and well wishes, and I went to Tony and Clare’s for dinner. They made my favorites. Clare made deviled eggs, and Tony cooked a rib eye on the grill, and, despite the heat and humidity, Clare managed to whip up my lemon meringue pie for dessert. We played a card game. As befitting the birthday girl, I won and a bit later so did the Red Sox. Birthdays are lucky I guess.
Labor Day is not even three weeks away. Summer seems to go so fast now we have to grab on so as not to miss it. When I was little, it was different. The summer seemed endless. The days were long, and I swear every one of them was sunny. It was always noisy, even at night. My neighborhood was bursting with kids who played in the backyard and they were never quiet. The field near my house had a population of grasshoppers who sang all day, and the swamp had frogs. All the neighbors’ windows were open, and I could hear the murmurings of their voices. We never cared what day it was or even what month. I did take note of my birthday, but that was it. The rest of the days started and ended in anonymity. It was always a shock to hear my mother announce a school shopping day.
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August 19, 2010 at 1:53 pm
I´m glad Your birthdays was so great!
Yes, summers were endless and there was always something to do outside wether it rained or the sun shined. Exploring in a forest or fishing down in the harbour was my favourites when I was at home. Well to be honest it was favourites when I was at my frinds summerhouses too 🙂
Have a great day now!
Christer.
August 19, 2010 at 7:12 pm
Christer,
Around the end of August, my mother announced school shopping, and all of a sudden the summer seemed to end. Before that, though, we were busy all day longe. I loved those days!
August 19, 2010 at 6:49 pm
“OH do we have to come in now?” Famous line from just about every kid on my block wanting more hide and seek. Did you see your famous squirrel over at my blog? When you visit I did run him off and wash the coffee cup. There wasn’t even a smitchen of rum left. Watch out for that guy.
Birthdays are fun with friends. I spent many alone in foreign countries, it’s terrible when you are the only one who remembers. Glad you had a happy one. I’m thinking football not baseball tonight. Redskins play Baltimore Saturday night. How your patties doing?
August 19, 2010 at 7:16 pm
Z&Me,
I saw that spawn of Satan on your blog. Yesterday one of the small red ones was in the squirrel proof feeder. I took a step, stopped and kept doing that until I got close enough to bang the feeder and scare him. He fell to the ground but got right back up again. They are indestructible!
They beat the Saints for their first pre-season game. Tom Brady’s hair is much too long, and that’s all I know.
Too soon for football-the Sox are on now.
August 19, 2010 at 9:06 pm
Awww! I haven’t been here for a few days, so I missed your birthday. Though belated, I wish you good health and happiness now and always.
Birthday Hugs, Rita
August 20, 2010 at 9:06 am
Thanks, Rita
It’s not the timing but the sentiment