School started back today for me. Soon bells will be ringing and children will be singing. There will be schedules and clocks for me-and Friday will not seem as ordinary as it was last week. The days have even cooled a bit as if nature itself is propelling me in to a higher gear.
As I was driving home today, I saw butterflies in shades of yellow, all along the drive . The sky was a very bright blue and provided a lovely contrast to the golden wings fluttering about. When I got home, there were all sorts of butterflies at the rabbit patch. I checked the ginger lilies again, but they show no sign of participating in August. I will hope that by September, they will have changed their mind.
I got in a mid-week visit with Jenny and Lyla. Mama cooked supper for all of us, the night before school started. It came about at the last minute, but you couldn’t tell as it was a wonderful meal that ended with “an apple roll” like my great-grandmother made. Recipes defy time, I realised. They are big pieces of a familys’ history-passed down like precious relics. Most often, they are served with a story. It has been about a hundred years ago, that Carrie Hodges, the belle of three counties, made her first apple roll, I bet. Six generations later, we are still talking about it around the supper table. That is something to consider.
After supper, Lyla wanted to go outside. She prefers birds and sticks over toys. She loves a swing, too. She and I sat together on the front porch and were quite content. Of course, I know a song about swings and I always sing it at such times. Lyla would clap her hands at the finale and give me the smile that melts my heart. It was her way of saying “thank you”, I thought. It sure was a pleasant way to spend a Wednesday evening and I imagine that grandmothers have been doing this same thing for as long as they have been making apple rolls.
We are surely in the twilight of the summer season. Colors are changing in the rabbit patch. The fireflies left a while ago and the “autumn joy” flowers that Miss Susie gave me a few years back are full of blossoms. The apples are gone from my trees, and the grapes are turning dark purple by the moment. It will be just a little while, before a ripe garden tomato is hard to find. The rabbit patch does not consult a calendar on when to herald in a new season and I am not inclined to do so either. Summer may meander , for all I know. . .and the ginger lilies may bloom after all.