Well the summer may not be officially over by the calendar, but for this family it is over for school starts tomorrow. It is bittersweet ~ excitement about the new adventures ahead but sadness for the loss of carefree days and late nights. So today was a day I firmly put on my mom hat ~ locating school bags, securing bus passes, getting lots 
of unsolicited hugs, & trying to put the eggshell installation out of my mind (easier said then done). However the weather assisted by handing us one of those magnificent late summer days - cool, fresh, crisp air; warm, soothing sun; the buzzing of crickets; the whirl of dragonflies and and one last adventure. A writer friend and I, along with our girls, have embarked on the one card library tour. We started in the spr
ing with the goal to visit all our local libraries that accept our particular library card and there are about 50 ~ it is a great system. So today I believe we visited our 6th (this is going to take us awhile). So we drove to Stow where they have a sweet library and spent an hour or so perusing the shelves. When we came out the morning chill was gone and the sun beckoned us to the grassy knoll across from the library. There my friend and I soaked up the sun as our girls scrambled around the bayberry bushes trying to get the dragonflies to land on them (& they did!!!). And there as I breathed in the last day of vacation and the air was filled with the song of the cicadas which is so familiar this time of year, the last line of Mary Oliver's The Summer Day rushed into my brain. At the time I had forgotten the title of this particular poem... but how appropriate. So I had to share because it is a wonderful poem & I cherish the last lines, and it truly captured the spirit of this day. Thank you Mary Oliver & peace ~
of unsolicited hugs, & trying to put the eggshell installation out of my mind (easier said then done). However the weather assisted by handing us one of those magnificent late summer days - cool, fresh, crisp air; warm, soothing sun; the buzzing of crickets; the whirl of dragonflies and and one last adventure. A writer friend and I, along with our girls, have embarked on the one card library tour. We started in the spr
ing with the goal to visit all our local libraries that accept our particular library card and there are about 50 ~ it is a great system. So today I believe we visited our 6th (this is going to take us awhile). So we drove to Stow where they have a sweet library and spent an hour or so perusing the shelves. When we came out the morning chill was gone and the sun beckoned us to the grassy knoll across from the library. There my friend and I soaked up the sun as our girls scrambled around the bayberry bushes trying to get the dragonflies to land on them (& they did!!!). And there as I breathed in the last day of vacation and the air was filled with the song of the cicadas which is so familiar this time of year, the last line of Mary Oliver's The Summer Day rushed into my brain. At the time I had forgotten the title of this particular poem... but how appropriate. So I had to share because it is a wonderful poem & I cherish the last lines, and it truly captured the spirit of this day. Thank you Mary Oliver & peace ~The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down,
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
~ Mary Oliver ~
(New and Selected Poems, Volume I)
(New and Selected Poems, Volume I)
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