My summer has officially concluded. I went back to work on Thursday. The children return next week. They will come back with all sorts of tales. Many will have grown remarkably and some will have lost teeth. . .but for now, teachers are attending meetings and cleaning the classrooms.
I came home on Friday evening with plans to start painting the living room, this week end. I had been home a couple of hours, and was already in soft, comfortable clothes, when my son Tres called. Now, Tres is extremely analytical, by nature. He is a researcher, always seeking facts. He is a devoted and dependable son . . and apt to put together lofty plans at a moments notice. He called to say he was about thirty minutes away from the rabbit patch and wanted to pick me up for an overnight stay in Elizabeth City. I leapt into motion as if I weren’t the least bit tired and the living room was not dull at all. I am a practiced packer by now, so I was ready when Tres arrived. The hour long trip went along quickly and I thoroughly enjoyed having a visit with Tres without distractions. When we walked in the kitchen door, Lyla ran to me and tarried in my arms a good while in silence. All was right in the world, I thought.
We woke up on Saturday, and made our way to the porch, before breakfast. By nine am, we knew to expect another very hot day. The humidity was about unbearable. Such weather is every bit as confining as any day in January, so we stayed in most of the day. Around three, a quick shower brought some relief. When the weather cleared, I went across the street to visit with Miss Thelma. I carried her a glazed coffee mug with a rooster on it, filled with strawberries. Miss Thelma is a big fan of pretty glass, roosters and strawberries, so she was quite pleased. I wondered how long it had been since, she had opened a gift. She made as much fuss over the bag, as she did its’ contents. She ate strawberries while we talked. I was glad to find out that she had a ninety year old brother, in Ohio. They talk on the phone at six pm every day. Miss Thelma was very excited about a covered dish dinner at her church the next day. I have already decided to bring her supper, the first chance I get. We exchanged addresses and I am looking forward to having a “pen pal”. The art of writing a letter is all but lost in our modern times and that saddens me.
My cousins and I wrote letters to one another when I was a child. In those days, children did not “idle on the phone” and if you called anyone living just thirty minutes away, it was “long distance”,-and those calls cost beyond the monthly bill. . . .so we all wrote letters, up til thirty five years ago.
Tres and I did not leave on Saturday, as planned. Instead we did not leave til Sunday, not long after noon. Tres had not seen Lyla in a fortnight, and he was surprized that she was talking in sentences. Whenever Lyla lands herself in any sort of trouble, and especially if she is being scolded, she says with despair “Help me Honey Bee!” When she is hungry and her mother says “Ask Honeybee for fruit, Lyla whispers “cake” in my ear on the way to the kitchen. It is wonderful to be a “Honey Bee”.
Sunday was every bit as hot as Saturday. I missed walking around the village, but it was just too hot. I seek to live every day in gratitude for the moments it brings. . .but it is difficult not to look forward to the first day that is cool enough to don a light jacket. When the heat that wilts, outstays its’ welcome, I look forward to autumn.
We left Elizabeth City after three. It is always hard for happy gatherings to end. We always wish we had one more day, no matter how long we stay. On the drive home, I noticed the fields of corn laid golden now and morning glories were growing along the ditch banks. Somewhere, a farmer was mowing a pasture and the scent of dog fennel and rabbit tobacco hung heavy in the air. I remembered sitting on the pasture gate, watching Pop mow the pasture, as a child. I was always melancholy, knowing I would soon have to go back to school, when the pasture got mowed. I did well in school and had a great many friends, but life at school, paled in comparison to life on the farm. . .and you were never allowed to daydream in school.
When we pulled in the drive, I saw that the loosestrife was starting to bloom. My mama gave me this flower before she destroyed her bed of them. She thought they took too long to bloom! They do not bloom til August and she considered that late. It still tickles me to think of that, but I do every year, when the purple blossoms fill up every nook and cranny of the territory.
Tres did not stay long, as he had a long drive ahead of him. I pleaded with him to drive carefully, as I always do. In the evening, a haze muted the sunset. The sun looked like a peach and was quite lovely. The haze thickened, so that only a few stars were visible, when I went out to say good night. . .and the smell of corn, was everywhere.
Dear Diary, I am glad for sweet surprises. I am glad for morning glories and golden fields. I am glad too, for loosestrife-because it reminds me of mama.
Another beautiful post! What a blessing to have loving family near and to be “honey bee”!
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I am so very blessed-It feels wonderful! thank you!
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Lovely weekend and I’m glad the morning glories are in the ditch and not in the fields. lol
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ha! you sound like my dad! He never like those sprawling vines when he was farming! thank you! love Michele
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They do make a mess and cut at the gin.
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What a nice surprise that your son Tres took you away from painting the living room and spent a beautiful weekend together. Ms. Thelma must have enjoyed the strawberries.
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It was a beautiful time! I had been missing my sons so much! thank you-love Michele
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Do they come to see you on a regular basis?
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The boys live 3 hrs away and come home about every six weeks, if they can get the wkend off. Not enough for me, but they do the best they can.
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I know how it goes, Michele! My husband’s mom and almost all the siblings live one hour drive away. He couldn’t even go see his mom every six weeks. He calls at least once a week. His siblings take turns to take her out to dinner every week. Yes, she doesn’t feel it’s enough for her because she is in a house all by herself. She needs help in this and that….
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awwwh-well it seems all of her children try-that is sweet.
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Yes, she is blessed that all of her children try. Happy that your sons see you regularly!
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they are faithful.
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That is your great blessings. It’s not easy to come by!
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Such a wonderful post, Rabbit. Relaxing, beautiful, and so very you.
I loved each word.
Sending you my love ~ Cobs. x
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thank you dear friend-you are always so kind! love Michele
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Sounds like a wonderful time!
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it was, just being together was wonderful-thank you!
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What a sweet son you have to whisk you away on a surprise family visit!
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it was just wonderful! We all were so happy! thank you-love Michele
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I had to grin that you were melancholy as a child to head back to school. My husband says the same thing every year that school starts. He was a farm boy and still is. He always feels sorry for the kids who hate to e cooped up in a building.
Love hearing about your “Lyla time”! I am having a little “Madison time” as well!
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I still get melancholy! I am a home body for sure. I know what your husband means about that. I am glad you are with Madison-sweet days!
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I can be gone but it is always so good to get back home.
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Such a nice surprise, and that you are so flexible with spontaneity! Love the name Lyla call you, “Honey bee”! Sounds like a wonderful weekend! X
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I have learned to be flexible tho that took a while-It was such a surprise like an gift! I became Honey Bee because of a silly rhyme I made up when Lyla was an infant, that made her laugh every time! thank you!
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I have the highest regard for teachers, because there is no teachiness in me. You have accepted the beginning of the school year, but I grieve that you don’t have eternal summers. You always make the most of every day, and I wish you had happy retirement days year round. You would make better use of them than almost anybody I know.
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I so love you. I can tell you I would love a shot at owning my days! One day . . thank you love Michele
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The love goes both ways!
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Beautiful heartwarming post. How special to have that time together with Tres. And a pen pal, how wonderful! I too recall the days of letter writing and anticipation when I had pen pals in Italy. Indeed it’s a lost art. Thank you for sharing your joys.
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Thank you-it was a sweet time. I am very excited about writing to my sweet Miss Thelma.
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Enjoy your corresponding. 💕
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It was so very beautiful. I had been missing my sons-and a pen pal is just wonderful!
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It is, I agree. So glad you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful once again.Layla is privileged to have her “honeybee”.
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awwh thank you-the pleasure is really all mine-I do love your kindness! love Michele
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Precious post, each word dances on the page to bring the vision of your corner of heaven to life ~ thank you x
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What a wonderful way to spend a weekend. I so love the idea of being a Honey Bee. I hope the weather is kinder to you soon and all gors well with your return to work. 🌼🌼🌼
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thank you darling-wishing you sweet days too.
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Well now, that was a sweet surprise! What a wonderfully unexpected lovely time you had. I’m not letting go of summer yet…I’m on vacation next week and I plan to savor every last ray of sunshine and warm breeze that blows my way!! So happy you were able to spend some time with your family…beats painting any day!! Wishing you a fragrant weekend!! Love, Deb xo 🙂
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Believe me, I wasn’t ready for summer to end either! It is always so hard to start back to work! I am remembering how blessed I am to work only some and have a lot of time off! thank you so much ! love michele
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Yes being a teacher was one of the careers I considered when I wad young. I wish I had followed through with it, I would love having summers off!! Enjoy going back to school. Love, Deb xo
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It is also great when your kids are young.
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I’ve never heard of Loosestrife before. I had to google to find out what it looks like. what a beautiful post.
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thank you dear friend! always makes me smile to just see your name-love michele
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I, too, am tired of hot sticky days, though our early mornings, late evenings and nights are now wonderfully cool. I am unfamiliar with loosestrife, but I smile at the idea that it blooms all over your yard and makes you think of your mama.
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