Here in NC, we're yearning for cooler days. Hurricane Earl is threatening our coast, which is not good, but we can hope that he barely brushes past us and his aftermath is lower temps and less humidity. We can feel Fall coming.
This summer was too darn hot. But it also gave us it's usual gifts of a slower pace, tomatoes from the garden, basil in every pot I planted (the deer hate it--yay!), time with the ocean, tons of butterflies and hummingbirds in the yard and much more.
"What has become of the languorous girls
who would pass the long limp summer evenings reading
Cherry Ames, Student Nurse, Cherry Ames, Senior Nurse...
Where are they now, the ones who shared her adventures as a veterans' nurse, private duty nurse, visiting nurse, cruise nurse, mountaineer nurse, dude ranch nurse (there is little she has not done), rest home nurse, department store nurse?"
That's a small piece of the poem "Canada" by the remarkable Billy Collins. I was once one of those languorous girls, reading the whole series of Cherry Ames books in the summers of my youth. I was in Maine, not Canada. Where are we now? I'm right here.
Ciao,
Anne
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