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14 July 2006 — Golden Summer (6)

I've always been a sucker for things falling from the sky. I don't mean planes or rain or meteorites; I mean light, delicate things: snow, blossoms, mist, and leaves. I bought the DVD for the awful Tom Cruise flick Legend simply because it has gorgeous scenes of meadows filled with floaty things. (Seriously.)

This evening I am sitting on the back porch, reclined in what has become my Writing Chair. Toto is sitting on the arm, watching me type. (She is my constant companion lately.) The sun is sinking low in the horizon behind me, and the quality of the light has turned golden. The locust, which towers just over there, just across the lawn, is bathed in the soft, warm light. A gentle breeze blows, stirring the locust leaves, causing the boughs to bob. As they bob, they shed small, yellow leaves, leaves which drift upon the breeze, forming a tumbling rain like canary feathers, floating across to me, landing on my lap.

It is like magic.

Toto moves to the other chair — her seat — and we listen to the sounds of the neighborhood. Curt and Tammy are working on their roof next door. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk (or puh-fut, puh-fut): Curt staples down shingles. Dogs bark in the yard behind us, but only aimlessly — barking for the sake of barking. A car surges past on Arista Avenue. Harvey and his family were out earlier, but they're not now, although I think it's their grill I smell. They're cooking something savory and sweet. It smells like burning honey.

Somewhere, in the distance, I can hear the ice cream truck again. From here its tunes sound mournful.



I noticed berry prices at the Farmers Market last Sunday. Nearly everything's $3/pint. (Or is it a quart? I don't know.) That's amazing! We've been in berries for two months now, and they're thicker than ever.

"We must have eaten a hundred dollars in berries this year," I told Kris.

"Easily," she said.

Our peas are still on, too, but I think we've given up on those. We've never had peas so prolific. But two months of peas is enough for any man. Kris ate her first tomato today: a Bloody Butcher. She slurped it down, raving the whole time. She also picked some cucumbers, but she says she needs a few more before she can pickle them. She brought in a zucchini, too, and threatened to make some sort of muffin with it.

This is the best garden we've ever had.

(If only we had grapes, but there are none on the vine.)

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Comments
On 14 July 2006 (12:37 AM), Dave from down the street said:

I absolutely hate that damn ice cream truck. Always breaks the silence for me. I mean, how much business could it possibly do on our street? And why does it have to go up and down it 2-3 times? That damned annoying, tinny electronic recording has got to be breaking some sort of loud noise ordinance. I hate to sound like a grumpy old man, but, geez that music can really disrupt a quiet relaxing evening.


On 14 July 2006 (09:31 AM), jenefer said:

I think the best way to eat zucchini is as bread or muffins. Irene has a killer recipe.


On 14 July 2006 (10:01 AM), Lisa said:

Our ice cream truck is really an ice cream minivan. It's wrong, wrong wrong!

If you feel like it sometime, you should get Craig's cooked snap pea recipe. Quite tasty--we've had a lot of ours that way after we've eaten our fill off the vine.


On 14 July 2006 (10:10 AM), Blogeois said:

I have always LOVED the floaty petals scenes in 'Legend.' And for that reason, I love spring here on those breezy spring days when all the fruit tree flower petals, cherry, plum, pear, fall, swirl, and fill the air. Thanks for that thought!


On 14 July 2006 (04:28 PM), Laural said:

Lurker on askMeFi, saw your synth post and thought I'd help you out: She Wants Revenge, Goldfrapp, Freezepop, White Rose Movement


On 14 July 2006 (10:32 PM), Hannah said:

I liked the best your way of describing the beauty of the nature, similarly as "Keats" used to in his poetry.........There's a great deal of pleasure in cooperating with God to bring beauty to light. I'm sure you're smiling ):