A little golden light
on my two man loves
on the eve of August.
This is my favorite season of summer —
because of the evening glow
and the way it bathes the world
Her eyes are just like Harry’s eyes.
(Harry, her brother.)
So much else is different —
But those eyes —
they speak to me,
full of reassurance,
full of life.
Alone on the beach
at the end of the path.
Our beach. Our path.
Alone and together.
The beach is our best place
to be alone and together.
Deep in the heart of winter
there is a place that holds a memory
The heat of July
when days are long
and the grasses are thick;
when the sky is purple
and children must be called
again and again
to come in
Cousins are watching a praying mantis, in a jar,
eating the head off a fly.
Wallace arrives on the scene and steals the show.
A praying mantis is fascinating.
But who can resist a pleasantly plump baby boy?
Nature journals, en français, are one of my favorite parts of this summer.
I have left my room and the piles of books and notebooks,
words and reflections,
for the soft evening light coming through the windows.
I’m reaching for simplicity —
but it still evades me.
I have no less than 14 books
and 6 notebooks
on my desk.
Stacks more lie about.
I intend to pare down and let go —
but it is so much easier to pick up my camera
and hope to take one beautiful photo of my children,
playing together at bedtime.
They move around me constantly all day long.
I am the sun and they are my little planets.
But now here they are,
Where I can look at them
when the house is dark
The mess that is my office
has faded away into the night,
and I remember that I simply want
to spend less time managing things
and more time with them.
As he leads the way through the woods, up the hill, to the spring,
I remember discovering this place as a girl.
I remember the mystery.
Surrounded by the lush green of mid-summer, it holds all its magic,