The Time We Call August


Once again, I spent some time away from the rabbit patch.  I came back and the time we call August was here.  In some ways things are as they were when I left.  The grass needs mowing again and the geraniums still brighten the front porch-but it is now that the bright yellow “swamp flowers” bloom without shame  in spite of their lowly name.  The loosestrife is full of buds awaiting its’ turn, because the purple loosestrife blooms in August as well .

My time away from the rabbit patch was work related and I only stayed away from home because my car needs a repair.  I stayed with my friend Jo Dee as we work together at the same school.  Jo Dee is the kind of friend you need when you are in a bind- and when you aren’t.  

The first day of August brought some relief from July’s stifling heat.  Jo Dee and I  took full advantage and sat on her porch a good while after work.   Her home is a lovely place and corn grows all around it.  There is a field of it across the road from her, and a field behind her.  A field of corn  is a quiet neighbor, so we could have told secrets, if we would have  had any.  When a rain shower fell, a little wind came with it and blew the rain on the porch, but we stayed anyway.  We decided to take a ride to “Eddie’s”-a little country store a few miles away.  They sell old fashioned candy-some that I had forgotten about. We ended up with a small bag and vowed to come back in the near future.

The rain and its’ beautiful song ended- but the sun set gave us quite an encore .  At first, the sky was shades of orange, deep and bright.  Moments later the light changed and  it reminded me of “fools’ gold”, which I have always loved.  Few value “fool’s gold” on earth, but  in the sky,  it will make you cry.

After supper, all was quiet.  We talked a short while  in the way good friends do-without pretenses or airs .  

The morning dawned early and clear.  We drove to work down winding country roads with corn growing on either side.  We came to  a  pasture. A small herd of cows grazed peacefully.  In the corner, next to the road, we saw a cow cleaning off her newly born calf. The little calf was getting his first bath. By all appearances, he was but moments old.  It was a sweet surprise and I was moved at the sight of it.  It has been a long time since I have seen such an occasion.  It felt like there was a beautiful secret on this morning and we were the first to know about it.  For me, this would have been a good reason to be late for work, but on account of a clock-we did not linger.

The institute  ended in the afternoon and my son, Kyle picked me up afterwards.  I have two weeks left of summer.  Jenny and Lyla are coming today and we plan to visit with my parents.  I am cooking a big supper to celebrate.  

Last night at the rabbit patch, I was thinking of the many things I have to be glad about.  It seemed an odd collection of things.  The fool’s gold” sunset, a bag of candy, the birth of a calf, in a strangers’ pasture and a dear friend, who opened her home to me, when I needed it.  An authentic friendship is worth its’ weight in authentic gold and I was especially glad to have that.  The last few days have held an abundance of beauty . It has seemed that good things were coming in from every direction.   The time we call August is here  . . .  and  it has come bearing gifts.


Just What I Wanted


Saturday was a quiet day at the rabbit patch.  Kyle and Christian had plans and I did not.  I kept myself busy-a little.  I did chores leisurely and without a bit of hurry.  Time passed slowly and sweetly.  Cash and Christopher Robin were on their best behavior and were content in front of the window fan. I cleaned out my closet without mercy.

 I spent most of the day thinking it was Friday,  That started on Wednesday, which I thought was Tuesday. The sanitation crew did not pick up the trash and I wondered aloud to my daughter, on the phone.  That’s when I found out that it had been Saturday all day long.

Tres called just after dark.  He was thirty minutes away from the rabbit patch.  What a sweet surprise!   I hung up happy and then thought of the huge mess I had made cleaning out that closet.  I dashed about like the devil was after me cleaning that up.  Cash and Christopher Robin took cover as they have seen this before.  I threw some sheets in the washing machine with some lavender soap.  I remembered that I had  made some small paint splatters on the floor from earlier in the day so  I tackled that and did a good job-but it made the rest of the floor need scrubbing too-so I got a bigger bucket.  I was hot and tired by this time.  Cash was on high alert.  Christopher Robin seemed nervous.  I had knocked the window fan over taking out the trash.  I don’t think either of them had fully recovered from that.   Having  had short notice, I threw the sheets in the dryer regretting  that they wouldn’t have  the smell of the lined dried ones-and then I lit a candle in the lantern at the back door.

I showered and was drinking coffee when Tres and Kelsey came in.  I wished I had made a cake.  We had a long sweet conversation  and I was as happy as a lark .  Peace was restored at the rabbit patch, though Cash and Christopher kept a safe distance from the window fan for the rest of the night.

Sunday dawned with a gentle light.  I made a pot of my best coffee, reserved for such occasions and sang while I did it. When my kids come to the rabbit patch and we sleep under the same roof, it is nothing short of beautiful for me- so this last day of July felt like a holiday.  

The morning was a bit too short to suit me.  I blamed it on clocks, in general.  Tres and Kelsey left before noon and the day became ordinary.  A few hours later, the sky darkened.  I hoped it would rain-softly.  A short while later it did.  It had not done so since late spring.  Kyle came home and I convinced him to take a walk  with me.  It did not make good sense to him to walk in the rain-it made all the sense in the world to me. He gave in and we walked to the field and back.  It was short and sweet, much like the morning had been, I thought.

When I went out to say good night, there wasn’t a star in sight.  Instead the rabbit patch was hazy.  The night song of the night choir was hushed like a lullaby.  I thought about the day aloud-how good it  was to see Tres and Kelsey.  I was glad for the walk with Kyle with a soft rain falling.  It had seemed like a holiday, after all.  It was a generous day and I had been given just what I wanted.  Big raindrops started falling.  It sounded like an applause when they fell on the leaves of the sycamore.  It seemed even my good night was to be short and sweet, so I shouted out “thank you!  How good!  I got just what I wanted!” as I ran by the sycamores and into the house.