A woman fishing at Medicine Lake
Though it is still officially spring, there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s summertime now. The shades of green all around me are too numerous to count. Breezes ruffle my hair and the pond is beginning to be covered with green algae (another shade of green!). We are approaching the longest day of the year, solstice, and sunset is now after 9:00 PM!
In the mornings when the tree reflections in the pond water mix with the green algae growing on the surface of the pond it looks like an impressionist painting to me…
Ahhh…, Summertime
I sit on the deck in my lovely deck swing and soak it all in as often as I can.
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
Hear Mary Oliver read this wonderful poem here:
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May you walk in beauty.
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