Most of us think of summer as vacations, travel, and recreation, but summer is a season for returning. Vacations give us time to be who we thought we'd be every day. Travel takes us back to family or off to fulfill long held dreams. Recreation anoints the body with the energy of younger days and lets us hope for more. Summer sends us back and what we find can surprise us.
The last few weeks, I've had little time for blogging. There has been yard work and filling the curb with debris, pruned limbs and grass clippings- "how did I let it get this bad?" There have been events -- art obligations, high school class reunion meetings and college alumni weekends. There was a family funeral for my daddy's second brother -- two of his sisters, three brothers and dozens of cousins were there. There were discussions of a niece's wedding which will be this weekend -- and, of course, shopping for clothes! There have been days and cool nights in the country -- quiet sunrises and noisy birds.
It has been a typical summer. And in each of these things, I found a little of myself which I had forgotten but which someone else remembered.
The photos: When opening the weathered shutter on my bedroom window in the country, I discovered this tiny wren's nest AND that the soft white lining was strands of MY hair.