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June 22, 2007
Summer
It's not summer till I hear the cicadas singing in the trees. That pulsing rhythm, it's crazy how it gets under the skin, pulling up old feelings, moods, places...
I forget, summer used to be FREE; a paradise with darkness falling late, lightning bugs glowing in jars, visits to blue Lake Michigan, birthday parties with real candy (not carab).
Presently, I'm at home. Mom's garden is drying up like a shriveled breast (she's till out of town). I tried watering it but the sun has probably soaked all the H2O up by now. Probably best to water in the early morning or dusk. I had the day off so I'm sitting here trying to process the fact that it's summer...
| By larawalk | 03:05 PM
Comments
Fire flies and Lake Michigan. Glee :) I'm glad you're watering momma's flowers!
Posted by: Heidi Vincent at June 22, 2007 03:15 PM
On second thought, the garden doesn't look THAT bad. I was being dramatic, I think, with the whole shriveled breast image! Accuracy, accuracy, what a hard thing to practice in writing eh?
Posted by: Laura at June 22, 2007 03:38 PM