Bye-Bye July

     August has the feel of a trail down the backside of a mountain. It's like we've just summited Mt. Summer and now we're dropping down into the deep valley of ... (Hint: do you remember where you left your snow-shovels?)
     But no need for melancholy. Like Bogart and Bergman in Casablanca, we can savor our memories. "We'll always have July." 

      I remember...

   

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     Long hot afternoons in the hay field...

     Then a river reward. An evening paddle shared with eagle and osprey,  heron and the call of a barred owl. The calming coolness of water.

     Twilight reveals Jupiter and Saturn rising and the smudge of a comet fading away. Finally, in soft darkness, sitting outside with a drink and music, watching the last few fireflies flash a goodbye to July. The girls sing about a Cruel Summer. Yes, for many it has been, but not without its rewards. 

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     Summer is streaking by. Hope you enjoy the rest of it...