Thus wore the summer hours away
To the bluebirds and to me,
And every hour was a summer’s day,
So pleasantly lived we.
They were a world within themselves,
And a world in me. ~Henry David Thoreau
Thoughts on Summer’s End It was one of the hottest summer’s that I can recall. I bore the heat and humidity toiling away in the garden even though thoughts of reading a book in the warm shade of the deck was a constant allure.
I even stayed away from the burning sands of the beach trying to save my skin from anymore damage–don’t want to look like Boehner, do I!
What impressed me about Italians during summer is that they keep their windows shaded and closed to bar the heat from coming through. They are not spoiled by air conditioning . . . Yes, they fare much better in the heat even by the way they dress. Come to think of it, I hardly saw any Italian women wearing shorts as we do here in The States. I was impressed by that–even while riding their bikes, they wore skirts or dresses. The men wear linen shirts–even long-sleeved ones, all wrinkly but cool. Yes, the Italians fare better in the summer heat.
What I always miss most about Summer is the long, sun-shiny days. I miss the sun setting after 8:30. I miss working in the garden after dinner. I miss all the sun-driven energy I seem to have in abundance. I shall miss you, Summer!
But here on Autumn Eve, I’ll look forward to forest bathing in the cool, dry weather. I’ll look forward to the warm colors that Autumn’s palette offers. I’ll look forward to the chrysanthemums that will renew my garden. Then I’ll not feel so unkindly toward Summer fading away.
Daily Gratitude: breakfast with Dapper G & Michael; cool, crisp morning; a good night’s sleep
© Teresita Abad Doebley All rights reserved 2009-2012.
- Official…It’s Now Autumn in Britain and Ireland (findcottageholidays.com)
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