Monday, August 18, 2014
This Is Most Definitely August
Lily sent me this picture this morning. Owen's first day of school.
Oh my goodness.
He is so ready. He only goes three mornings a week which will be perfect as a way to start. He's coming over here this afternoon and so I shall hear all about it.
Golly, golly. I can't believe it.
All the rain brought back the green. The resurrection fern has unfurled and turned emerald again. The crickets are humming, the hens were on the nests this morning. I got out a bit earlier to take my walk and still sweated through my clothes. It is steamy as a sauna out there and according to the weather app I use, only 84 degrees but with a heat index already of 98.
I don't trust that shit but I do agree, in this case, that it already feels hot. Very hot.
Summer in Florida. I yearn for the beach but remember the heat there, how it radiates off the sand, how the sun is merciless, the water like a bath. Yet I still yearn to watch the sun rise and set, to watch for the dolphins making their sleek, graceful way up and down the beach in morning and in evening. To hear the chatter of the seagulls, the water as it washes the sand, over and over again. The deafening chorus of cicadas which encircle the island every evening. The diamond-spangled night sky reflected on the ocean's breast.
Perhaps we shall go and stay for awhile in early October when the weather is more reasonable.
For now we move slowly through the hot, thick air. The children make new beginnings at school. The chickens will soon begin to molt, the hurricane lilies will break through the ground to make their otherworldly blooms. The fresh green of spring and early summer has taken on a wearier cast. The planet does what it is supposed to do and I don't want to miss a lick of it.
Good morning from Lloyd.