Thursday, June 2, 2011

And So It Begins...

I could hardly let the month of June arrive without somehow placing words on paper that portray my pleasure over summer's arrival. It has been a cool and rainy spring, scattered with storms and floods, so I treasure even more these soft mornings that smell like sweet air and buzz with the sounds of birds. I have finally shed that winter cloak, unveiled my sleeping heart, and risen to feel the wonder of this season. Thank you, God.

I had a wonderful time with the family over the holiday weekend. Two of my sister-in-laws and a brother-in-law, plus my kids and two grand kids, (and four dogs)- all gathered at the cabin for rustic relaxation and a time of laughter and good food.They say that a crowded cabin is worth more than an empty castle- and I agree. What we lacked for privacy and elbow room, we gained in bonding and making new memories.

The air was thick with honeysuckle and pine, a constant fire in the rock pit gave off smokey perfume, and stars hung heavy in the night sky like a shroud of jewels. There was the clang of horseshoes being tossed, the muffled pop of croquet balls being sent across the lawn, and the gentle music of a guitar strumming. It was the first song of summer- and what an orchestra it was!

The kids took turns blackening marshmallows over the flames, eating bags of salty chips, and riding on the four-wheeler to explore the woods. We did tick checks, bug spraying, and even chased a large black snake from the whiffle ball field.
By days end, we were hot, tired, but full of exuberance for another day ahead. Time usually passes slowly down there, but this weekend it sped so fast that I hardly had time to catch my breath.

Home again, I spend hours washing damp towels, muddy shoes, and luggage full of campfire smells. I stored away uneaten hotdogs, crumbles of stale chips, and hauled three trash bags to the dumpster. I took a long hot bath, conditioned my hair, and sat in a comfortable chair in front of the TV. I sighed with relief that the weekend was over, but somewhere in my heart, I yearned to go back.

So, summer begins.
Pulls us along on this mighty train of humid days and firefly nights, of pink perfumes and
turquoise skies. Blackberries ripen in the sun, farmers mow their hay, hummingbirds tweet among the scarlet flowers...it's time for bare feet, iced tea, a good book and a head of dreams...

Welcome, Summer.
I have always loved you.

7 comments:

libby said...

love this and love you!!

lvroftiques said...

So beautifully put! I felt like I was there...And I really wish I had been *winks* because all I see nearly every day is rain. I am longing in my soul for some summer!! Vanna

mybabyjohn said...

Lovely, let's all get out there and enjoy it before this "mighty train" pulls out of the station and leaves us behind.

Beth Zimmerman said...

Can I come spend a LONG weekend with you sometime this summer, Rae? (Not a rhetorical question. I'd really love to meet you guys! And your cabin sounds beyond awesome!) I'll bring my own marshmallows and hot dogs!

Lovely post ... as always!

Beth Zimmerman said...

P.S. I like the new look! :)

Dee said...

Springtime/summer beginning in Missouri.... I remember those days. :D Sounds like you had an amazing time!

sisterlinda said...

Yep we LOVE Summer...but why do we gripe when the yard needs mowed, the garden weeded and picked and the fact that the sun is too hot? We could barely wait for Summer to begin....but we will be thankful when it is over also.I know I will!