Early yesterday morning, before the newspaper arrived, a woman in a pickup truck drove up the hill beeping her horn and shouting out her window. Although I couldn’t comprehend exactly what she was saying the syncopation and the syllable count could have translated to “wake up, wake up.”
Yesterday was the first day of school in most communities in Maine as confirmed by the rumble of the school bus a few hours later.
Here at a house uncomplicated by the dictates of school bus schedules, the vines are heavy with fruit.
Handy and I harvested all the tomatoes from Uncle Bob’s garden; my eight tomato plants here are still thriving. We’ve started making tomato sauce and freezing it for the winter.
The days are getting shorter and although there will be many beautiful summer and summer-like fall days to look forward to, you can feel the change of the seasons. There is sadness in the cricket songs that drift in through the early morning’s cool air.
I comfort myself looking forward to November 6, when we get our stolen hour of time back.
Meanwhile, everyone is racing toward the Labor Day weekend ahead, the last three-day weekend for a while.
I had planned a different post for today, something about the intersection of Dawn dish washing detergent, The Fifth Dimension, and Secretary of State John Kerry’s recent comments about media coverage of terrorism. Thinking about it was exhausting and I hit the snooze button several times in contemplation. I preferred to think about the coming promise of stolen sleep returned.
We’ll have to discuss the “dawning” of all such things at a later date, once the tomato sauce is done. Take it safe and slow this weekend.