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Every Summer Has A Story

The party’s over…

5681856The party’s over….”When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream, glides away”.  A lot of people reflect upon the months that have passed at the end of the year. For me, I find I become more introspective as the summer light becomes softer and the days get shorter.  I don’t want to rush the seasons, but my thoughts are already turning to finally being able to sit outside on crisp, cool mornings enjoying my cup of tea.  No mosquitoes! No more heat that makes me feel like a limp dishrag.

I think back to the lazy, hazy days of my summer and I reflect.  Did I enjoy it? Or did I join the chorus of complaints about it being “too hot.” every blessed day?  Speaking of Blessed, did I stop to give thanks for feeling the warmth on my skin, or for a new rose that bloomed, or for sighting hummingbirds at the feeder, and fireflies during the quiet, still evening as dusk gathered? These are all moments that make up the hours in my day, weeks, and months that pass, and I truly want younjoy each and every one.


How about you? Did you take the time to pause and take care of yourself?  Or were you too busy planning another cookout, packing a suitcase for vacation, worrying about the kids, taking care of the house for summer visitors?  Did you make time to relax with a book you’ve been waiting to read? Maybe you curled up in a favorite chair during a summer thunderstorm, or you went to the beach, spreading the blanket out on the sand, not a care in the world…just your book, sun, surf and the pleasure of your own company. I hope you did.  I hope you got to see the grankids, meet a friend for lunch, wear a straw hat, go barefoot, sip on something delicious in your chilled glass!friends-very-good-restaurant-clink-glasses-28876288

As for me, I’ll try not to look back at all the things I missed or didn’t do.  What’s the point in that now?  Instead, I’ll fill my lungs with the sweet, fresh, cool air and look forward to fall.  Until next time, friends…I always like to leave you with a quote:

“She promised herself better…& never looked back.”autumn-leaves-hot-coffee-steaming-cup-warm-scarf-table-61159218

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Dedication: Susan Branch

Dedication: Susan Branch, (author), Kate (BFF) who always said I could, Ann (sis-in-law who encouraged my love of writing by her gifts of blank journals), and for the two E’s who will know their Zannah one day. 

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom.”…Anais Nin…

Don’t you just love discovering a book you can’t put down?  Reading Susan Branch’s 2nd book of her memoirs: “Martha’s Vineyard, Isle of Dreams,” I ran to the library to get my hands on her other books.  I came home with both her 1st book, “Fairy Tale Girl,” and the last book of her trilogy, “A Fine Romance, Falling in Love with the English countryside.” She’s a true Anglophile and I’m British, so I knew what she was talking about when she described her travels to England.  While she was falling in love with all things English, and the countryside, I was falling in love with her writings and enigmatic illustrations, and, I guess, a little in love with her.

Turning the pages of her books, getting more and more involved in her life’s experiences, I thought, “why can’t I write like this?” We all have stories to tell.  My life has been crazy, too.  It has oftentimes been exhilarating and confusing with all the twists and turns I never expected.  Somewhere along the way of what I have experienced, I think you will see and feel some of the same things, too.  I never really set out to write a blog, but I was in the habit of keeping journals, (like Susan’s “diaries”), and I found myself wanting to share my own thoughts and feelings, most of them good, some bad, and some downright ugly.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”  I ask myself.  I’ll at least have a memoir that might, just might, interest my baby grandaughter one day.  Wouldn’t that be lovely?  So, thank you, Susan Branch for your inspiration and to quote you from “Isle of Dreams,  page 193, “Lesson #1: To Begin, Begin.”  (please don’t sue me, Sue).

“It’s impossible” said Pride

“It’s Risky” said Experience

“It’s Pointless” said Reason

“Let’s do it Anyway” said the heart.

(Author Unknown)