Midsummer Mementos

This is the first sweetcorn I've harvested from our vegetable garden this summer. Delicious!
The first sweetcorn I’ve harvested from our vegetable garden this summer. Crisp, sweet, fresh, delicious!

It was chilly this morning, low 50s, having apparently hit 49 in the still-dark hours before I woke.

Not unpleasant chilly, just a little reminder that a month from now this will begin to be normal. Days like today with sunny skies feathered with wispy clouds and puffs of crisp wind will whisper, “Ready for autumn?”

But not yet. This midsummer morning is just a preview. And a reminder to soak up all that is vibrant about early August. The first sweetcorn harvested from our vegetable garden. So crisp, so sweet, so fresh.

A pausing butterfly, black and white wings opening and closing as if the fragile creature is inhaling, exhaling, inhaling. Resting beneath a blueberry bush.

Sea glass (lake glass?) from Rosslyn's Lake Champlain waterfront.
Sea glass (or “lake glass”, perhaps?) from Rosslyn’s Lake Champlain waterfront in Essex, New York.

The recently completed standing seam roof on the carriage barn, insurance against winters’ snowfalls and architectural parity with the ice house. At last.

A collection of sea glass and pottery fragments piled on the stone retaining wall by our boathouse. A gift from Lake Champlain.

The newest arrival in a parade of daylilies. A petite variety near the waterfront with centers as yellow as the sweetcorn, stretching decadently into the garnet petals.

This is the bittersweet romance of early August. As midsummer’s bounty reaches its extravagant apex, we glimpse brief hints of autumn flitting in the distance like a mirage.

I remember to take advantage of the present. Before it is gone.

More Midsummer Mementos

Here are a few additional midsummer mementos. I first typed, “Here are a few final midsummer mementos.” But I caught myself. Final? I suspect not… ;-)

About virtualDavis

A writer, storyteller and unabashed flâneur, George Davis (aka virtualDavis or G.G. Davis, Jr.) is the author of Rosslyn Redux: Reawakening a home, a dream and ourselves, a transmedia chronicle about rehabilitating an historic property in the Adirondacks with his bride. He blogs about storytelling, poetry, doodling, marginalia, flânerie, publishing, and other creativity-inspired esoterica at virtualDavis.com; posts sometimes exhilarating, often unnerving, occasionally euphoric, and always pollyanna "midlife mashups" at 40x41.com; chronicles his sailing adventures (and misadventures) at Sailing Errant; and delves into matters of parenting, babylandia, and childfreedom at Why No Kids? George formerly taught and coached at Santa Fe Preparatory School and The American School of Paris, and he co-founded and launched Maison Margaux: "Paris à la parisienne" in Faubourg Saint-Germain. He currently owns and operates Adobe Oasis in Santa Fe, New Mexico with his bride. George meanders on Twitter, Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, YouTube and Flickr.
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