The sunflowers were rampant at the Farmer’s Market this morning. I was convinced the delicate lettuces would be gone by mid-August, but with just the right amount of rain and just the right amount of sun and just the right amount of cool temperatures, it was a cornucopia of high summer at the market–and not a pumpkin in sight. Even in my own garden, the deer have not yet ravaged the geraniums nor the window boxes. Sarah and Nick, the finale of summer visitors, arrive from California tomorrow and the week’s weather forecast is high summer 90 degrees, sunshine, and that soft air off the lake. This summer, in my book, will go down as the one that was just the right amount.
Not that I’m not noticing how cool and dark it is in the morning, nor how quickly the spectacular sunsets are staging their dramatic show over the lake. The shadows have changed and there is cool behind an 80 degree day. And, the trees. I swear I can feel them quietly start to shut down. But, oh, “we have had our day” this summer!
“Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.”
– John Donne, 1620