Most Moms —and many Dads—have heard the familiar poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. I‘ve just included a few lines here:
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.`
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
My children are grown now but I often think of this poem and substitute the word ‘summer’ instead of ‘babies’. That’s how I feel about summer. Make the most of it because it’ll be gone before you know it. Summer doesn’t keep!
Every summer I find myself pressed for time. My love of gardening can consume more time than it should. And, each summer, I tell myself l can keep up my usual fitness routine at the pool on top of everything else. Oh, the things you tell yourself sometimes!
But, the lure of rollerblades wins. The Speedo swimsuit stays dry, tucked inside the gym bag ready for another day. I get my endorphins by hitting the Ganatchio Trail!
I finally found a chance to set out and was a little shocked at the condition of the paved trail. I was ¾ of the way around the Big Pond, when I encountered this:
But, I did what most people would do. I just ‘walked’ carefully with my skates through the broken, missing pavement until the half-decent trail was resumed. No way was I going back the long way, haha!
Still, I sought out smoother trails and was rewarded with many sights.
I spotted turtles hidden in the slime of Little River.
I watched little sailboats being raced by older gentlemen.
I saw sunlight dancing on wild berries.
I spied a jewel in the middle of a Queen Anne’s Lace flower.
I noticed the reflections of geese in the pond.
I saw a bumblebee hidden in a wild rose.
I noticed a half-moon in the blue sky at noon.
I spied sumac, with their leaves blowing in the breeze.
I found tiger lilies of striking shades.
I witnessed a sunbeam on a small plant in the middle of a darkened area of forest.
I saw a sign on the ground in construction fence, warning me not to go further.
I did anyways. I think the sign was old. I hope so!
I found pretty flowers growing on the rails of the bridge.
But, most of all, I found the beauty of summer. I found peace.
Enjoy it! Summer doesn’t keep!