A teenage memory: every morning after waking up and getting out of bed I walked into the kitchen and looked out the window. I wanted to see what was going on out there in the world. I’m not sure what I thought I would see. The immediate and mostly unchanging view was our front yard, the road, a pasture, and Highway 50. On the other side of the highway was the grain elevator and the railroad tracks. Now when I think of that view it is as though the scene is imprinted on the inside of my eyelids.
~~Don’t know about grain elevators? Take a look:
Mom always kept the curtains closed and the drapes drawn. Our house was on a corner and the next-door neighbors were a block away, so I never was sure why the house had to be so closed up. Some kind of protection thing, maybe? Maybe that was one reason I usually wanted to get outside as soon as possible. I always loved school so was happy to get up, get ready, and get going. Then in the summer, being outside meant I could ride my bike, go explore the woods and do pretty much whatever I wanted.
I guess I have been remembering those times because it is summer time. Actually, since I moved to Southern California from Kansas I feel like it is summer most of the time but now that it is June, everyone is on board.
Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~Henry James
This will be the first summer of my retirement. This fills me with such delight, joy and anticipation. The options for fun, relaxation, projects, travel or whatever seem endless and enticing. Woo-hoo, Summer – – bring it!
In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams