Tag Archive | summer

April Fools

Suddenly, the silence broken,

Birds sing songs we knew they knew,

Suddenly, shy bushes blush

With blooms pastel or vibrant hue,

The tree’s bare branches dress in green

And leaves as if on cue,

Rain, like tears falls freely

From the sun’s warm shining face

Steam rises from the pavement.

Making fog that’s out of place,

And some rush in – begin to take

Spring’s new found glories from her,

New plans they make and longingly,

Count down the days to summer.


As Summer Meets Fall

I hear the lovely racket of rain

Outside the open window pane

And enjoy a quiet, cozy night

After first day of school’s frenzied flight


When the sun again casts its glow

The crisped air will let us know

That the seasons have made their exchange

Like the schedules that we rearrange


I’ll look back with contented sigh

As I kiss summer pleasures goodbye

And embrace my best season of all

The warmth, beauty and blessings of fall



A Superb, Satisfying Summer Saturday

As we gathered together in the evening, it was unanimous.  It had been a wonderful day.  It was our first Saturday together in two months and would be our last Saturday together for a long while.  With various work schedules we only saw each other in passing or for a brief family pow-wow at Starbucks for a half-hour or so before one of us dashed off to the next job or volunteer responsibility.

The morning sun was a good sign as it streamed through the window, brightening the walls and beckoning us to come outside and play.  We performed our individual morning routines and were ready to head out for the day.

Kayaking on the slough that skirts our little town was first on the agenda.  Paddling effortlessly on the smooth water we saw Mallards with their tail feathers sticking straight up out of the water as they snatched something under the water.  We picked a few blackberries hanging thickly from the bushes that lined the banks of the waterway.  This was not as easy a task as picking berries while standing on unmoving ground.  Often we floated  past the target berry that was just out of reach but didn’t want to risk winding up upside down in the water like one of the ducks.  We all laughed as we observed one little duck who was quite well acquainted with the taste of blackberries and how to pick them.  We saw her eyeing a low-dangling berry, she positioned herself under it and then lurched out of the water and got it, landing with a splash back into the water.  We all had a good laugh at that and enjoyed the beauty and humor that nature provides.

The two blackberries we managed to pick, although delicious, were not enough to satisfy our hunger so we walked over to our favorite little Bothell burger joint, The Ranch.  As we enjoyed talking together and munching on delicious burgers, fries and onion rings, we observed the construction taking place across the street and thought about the way things were and how our town will be changing in the months to come.  We got up to walk to the library and my daughter did something that, for me, was the best memory  of the day. She heard the numbers called out for someone to pick up their order and observed the two older ladies struggling to get to their feet, one with the aid of her walker.  She quickly went over and volunteered to get their lunches for them.  The ladies were so thrilled at her kindness and it was a pleasure to help them out!  But the greatest joy filled my heart as a observed the kind, thoughtful, helpful adult my daughter has become.  I was hoping it would work out that way!

After a quick walk to the library we went for some mother-daughter fun to our favorite local pedicure place.  A hot stone massage later, our feet and toes were all pampered and painted and ready for sandals again.  And for the cherry on top (wrapped in chocolate) we went to Sees to pick out a just a few pieces.

We each had individual responsibilities to take care of for a few hours.  But later that evening after the dinner crowds had passed and when hunger returned, we went out to dinner.  Because we’ve all been so busy going in different directions throughout the summer we hadn’t really had opportunity to share a meal together since June when we were on an Alaskan cruise.  When we got home we played a domino game of Mexican Train.  Actually we played half a game and saved the other half for the next day because it was getting pretty late and church would come early the next morning.  And time was winding down.  Our remaining family time was getting very short indeed.

The day had been as naturally beautiful as one could hope for;  blue sky, warm sun, soft breeze.  We enjoyed some physical activity,  shared the serenity of nature and observed animal antics that you don’t see everyday.  Each part of the day was filled with laughter, joking, remembering and anticipating good things in the future.  We enjoyed the blessing of being three adults in the same family who actually enjoyed each others’ company.  Late in the day we echoed the same refrain, “it has been a wonderful day!”  “a really nice day!” “a beautiful day!”.  It was agreed that we had done an outstanding job of packing as many good memories into one day as we could.  It was one superb, satisfying summer Saturday.




Anxiety and sadness
Twin clouds
Hover over my heart
Change and loss
Summer freedom ends
And she’ll be gone
Back to school
For both of us
In more ways than one.
But, I am happy
For her
And petrified
For me
I know
I was a good student
But that was
Years ago
Shhh, hush now
Change brings gain
Routine will come
Fear and pain
Will vanish
Into autumn air

I-5 to Seattle

La Conner cooled with pleasant breeze,
Bald eagles frisk among the trees,
A quaint shop filled with cups and teas,
The sun has come to town.

Mt. Baker gleams in radiant daze,
Rainier wears pashmina haze,
The brilliant sun averts my gaze,
But no face wears a frown.

Wide on the distant mountain’s side,
The clean slate of the Oso slide,
Unseen how Stillaguamish cried,
Since March, time marches on.

Evergreens of variegated hue,
Against sky backdrop of brilliant blue,
Tail-light red and signal yellow come into view,
Gray ribbon stretches out and gone.

Radios blare a favorite band,
Bumper stickers take a stand,
Wind plays against an outstretched hand,
Convertible tops are down.

Adventures in Kitty Sitting

The four-legged black ninja phantom menaces have worn themselves out and are scattered about the room in three furry piles.  One on the back of a chair, one in the window sill, the other curled up and purring beside me.

My daughter discovered the opportunity to foster kittens for a rescue shelter and thought that would be a fun project while home from college this summer.  After filling out the required paperwork, interviewing at the agency and touring their facility we brought home our first small charges.  Three 12-week-old kittens needing to be socialized and their health monitored and maintained until they are ready for adoption into a permanent home.  In this case just two to three weeks.

In just one week they’ve gone from hiding out under the bed to scurrying wildly throughout the house like the keystone cops.  They are all black and difficult to tell apart, but we’ve gotten to know them.  Some cats are called “Tuxedos” because they are mostly black with a white chest.  These have a marking  more like  a clerical collar.  They each have a small white patch on their neck that you can’t really see until you lift up their chin.

Finn was the most rambunctious and fearless from the beginning.  He is also the most affectionate and readily finds a warm lap to curl up in.  This has not made my resident cat, Raleigh, happy at all.  He usually sits in my lap and sometimes even watches TV with me.  Now he walks by and looks at me as if I’m a traitor.

Fergus has the most beautiful gold eyes, the softest fur and the quietest demeanor.  I think if I were inclined to keep one of them (which I’m not) he would be my choice, he doesn’t get in as much trouble as the other two.

Molly is the most shy but just as adventurous as Finn.  It is a little hard to determine if her unwillingness to be picked up is from fear or typical female independence.  I think it is more the latter.  She is very smart.  She quickly learned that she could have human beings running around looking quite ridiculous if she just runs under the dining room table and moves from one side to the other among the chair legs.  When all were playing with a fishing pole toy (again, the favorite of Raleigh, he is not happy to share) she managed to carry the whole thing;  fish, line and pole under the table, ending the game for everyone else (the humans found this very funny).

This is my daughter’s project but now she has a summer job and I’m home for the summer.  So, I spend a good portion of my day keeping Molly off the kitchen counter, Finn and Molly off the curtains, and all three of them from scratching on the furniture.  It’s nice when they take a nap.  I draw the line at litterbox duty!

Of course there is some work and inconvenience involved.  But the perks are worth it.  There is something very comforting about having a little bundle of life choose to come and sit on or beside you, nuzzle their head into your hand and loudly purr as if to say, “I think you’re a nice person, I really like you.”