Sunday, September 13, 2015

Please don't go!

First of all, let me say that today is one of the most gorgeous summer days in my memory.  The temperature is perfect, the sky is blue, there is a slight breeze, and we still have flowers and vegetables to admire.
On Labor Day I spent a few hours sitting by the river reading and contemplating the end of another summer.  I wanted to shout and ask summer not to leave us. As I watched the river continuously flowing, I knew in my heart there was no way to stop summer from going any more than I could stop loved ones from leaving.  I thought of my parents, my sister and other relatives no longer with me, and once again nature seemed to mirror life.
I know that summer will once again arrive just as sure that I know that fall, winter and spring will come and go.  However, as I watch the hummingbirds darting about, the monarchs sailing through the air, the majestic sunflowers, wispy cosmos and vibrant zinnias, it occurs to me that next summer won't be exactly like this one.  The next season will be totally different and therefore, there is no guarantee the hummingbirds will return or the flowers will be as lush.

Here are a few highlights of the summer of 2015:


                         Brian got his ham radio equipment set up (finally)

                                     Picked some yummy strawberries with grandkids

                        Buddy came for a visit and loved the countryside

                            Fairy garden keeps getting better each year
                       Said goodbye to my red bug with Aubree and Ethan
                            Visited Sue and had a marvelous bike ride 
                            Finally able to grow some beautiful zinnias
                                     Pool time with the grandkids
                                Lots of luscious tomatoes this year
So you see why it's difficult to say goodbye to such a wonderful summer because it was a good one!


Thought for the day:  When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream, glides away.      Sarah Helen Whitman

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