”In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.”
The day is perfect. The sun is brilliant. The air is dry. It is 69° and won’t get much hotter. An intermittent breeze sways the small branches and flutters the oak leaves. I should stand on the porch and sing “Oh What a Beautiful Morning” as I dance about like a character in a musical.
I have a concert today on the village green in Hyannis. I think a village green harkens back to earlier days. The women in the audience should be wearing long dresses and carrying parasols while the men should wear suits and bow ties and straw boaters on their heads. We’re singing songs about America.
Last night we had a tremendous rain storm with thunder and lightening. For the first time, Henry got scared, leaned on me and shook a bit. I hugged him and spoke softly hoping to reassure him. Nala didn’t seem afraid, alert maybe but not afraid. After the thunder died away, Henry settled down and fell back asleep.
When I was a kid, summer life was easy. My sole responsibility was to have fun. During the day, I seldom stayed home. Even in the rain I was out and about. I used to explore. In my mind’s eye, I can still see that field below my house. It had a path where the tall grass had been beaten down by footsteps. On both sides of the field were trees. One side had thick trees while the other side had fewer trees and led to a street. It was on that side where we buried our turtle. He was in a cigar box, and we buried him deep. Later they would build elderly apartments there, and I always wondered if they found the box. On the other side was another path which led to the water tower. Blueberry bushes were on one side of the path. We ate them and cleared the bushes. The middle path had the thick rotted trunk of a tree with a split off branch on its side. We climbed over the branch though we could have walked around it. It was a sort of ritual. That path led to the swamp and ended at a street. I always used it as a short cut. I remember when they plowed the field under and cut down the trees to build more elderly apartments. They destroyed a piece of my childhood, but I had a memory drawer filled to the brim. I get to visit that field still.
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July 1, 2024 at 6:40 pm
Hi Kat,
Another clear hot day with the current hi temperature back at the century mark.
Today the six conservative Justices on the Supreme Court gave Trump a present, everything he wanted, immunity from prosecution when performing the duties of the Presidency. I assume that should he win in November he can shot anyone he wants because he’s the commander in chief. 😦 Justice Karen wrote in her dissenting opinion, that her conservative colleagues just made the President into a king. The founding fathers are rolling in over in their graves. 🙂
You are correct that summer is the time for kids to have fun. When I was in elementary school, the schools weren’t air conditioned and summer vacation lasted from Memorial Day through Labor Day. When I moved to New York, summer vacation went from the end of June through Labor Day. I was disappointed at first, but we had the ten days off for Easter vacation.
July 1, 2024 at 9:18 pm
Ops, the dissenting opinion was written by Justice Sotomeyer and not Kagan.
July 1, 2024 at 9:26 pm
Hi Bob,
We had a cool day, but we were right in the sun at the concert so I got hot. When I got home the house was cool so I shut windows.
l didn’t believe it when I heard the verdict. The man has been a crook his whole life, and that is now legal as long as he claims it is a presidential duty. We need to prayer he doesn’t get elected as we will lose this country.
We always started school the day after Labor Day and went until mid-June. The school year was 180 days so with vacations for Christmas, in February and April it was June for the 180th day. I never minded. That was just the way it was.