a message from july
we've packed and goneand come back again.
and mostly we've done the laundry and moved onto the next. activities, and outdoor suppers. late afternoon swimming and pajamas in the yard at dusk. chasing fireflies. thunderstorms. heatwaves.
in years past i couldn't manage to hold onto even one of the sweet summer memories as the days slipped through my fingers. delightful and elusive, but moving oh so quickly towards the end of it all. and then my camera, of all things. something changed, slowed down. and now i see (most days) for the joy they bring. new growth. moods pass and shadows lift.
it's mark is upon us. it's impression not to be forgotten when the days are short and dark. july evenings will be with us in february, i tell myself, full of hope, because we savor them today.