on a hot hot day in july...once i was lost but now, now i'm found. i have been sucked into the eternal vortex of childhood freedom, happily spending my days as i wish feeling as though september will never come. the proverbial endless summer. i feel like i am ten again. i have knit many little alpaca hats, created studies of shell drawings and paintings at the beach, stirred a pot of peach jam with the summers' sweetest fruit, collected treasure troves of beach glass, sat and read a book (ann patchett's truth and beauty...it was all about the keats for me, how can one resist such a clever title?)... all this in the company of my sweet babies and dearest of friends. i have watched their world open up as we have taken cars and trains and buses and boats to adventures on every shore... marveling at every color and wonder and sound and smell. all of it there just for us. to have. a gift. this moment.
i have not forgotten my dear little happy apple...just getting lost in the glorious present.
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