Sweet September. It is as if the month molds a story, one of lingering yet moving on. A threshold anxious to be crossed while "dinner is still being served in the big dining room". Once I accept what can not be changed, I can enjoy its sweetness.
The day was warm, a day that made you sweat even while you were sitting still. But the fluffy clouds dotting the blue skies, the girls begging to go to a park, not alone we say, made us gather our chairs, thermoses of cold not too sweet tea, our current reads, and off we went. Under the shade of old black walnut trees we sat as if we had nothing else in the world to do. And for the moment we didn't.
It was sweet.
5 comments:
I always love the way you write! It inspires me in my own writing!
Did you take hammocks to the park? Oh it looks lovely. :) Happy Fall!
My daughter has used the Eno at the beach under a dock, in the backyard, at the park...anywhere she can get two things to tie her Eno to.
Hi Cathy, thanks for the note about the hammock. We have some, we just use them in the backyard and haven't traveled with them. I was unable to reply directly to your email, there is no address, only "noreply@blogger.com." I need to figure out how to change that!
Ah, lovely to catch up with you via your blog again.
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