Mornings in June, are especially lovely. The air is cool and thick with some of the years’ most beloved fragrances. The magnolia and cape jessamine-honeysuckle and mimosa persuade one to breathe deeply. If you are in the presence of even one of these, you are not likely to forget it, in your lifetime. Dappled shade and light playfully fall on the lawn while the sky changes from pewter to silver and at last to a gentle blue. Song birds sing as if their life depended on it . The whole affair of a morning in June really is especially lovely.
With the mower, out of commission and the barns clean, my dog, Cash and I sat outside long after the “early service”. After a week of awful heat, today has a cool breeze stirring through the territory- enough to make the pines whisper. I read for a little while, in the shade of an old tree and remembered doing the same thing as a child. In those days, children read the classics. Books were not based on cartoons or centered around toys. The rich vocabulary of “Louisa Mae Alcott” and “Beatrix Potter” sounded like music to me, as I read the words, now many years ago. I still remember reading “Anne of Green Gables” and wondering if I was “impertinent”. I became quite a snob about what books I deemed worthy, as a child-and remain so today. I was quite particular about the books my own children read. I am the same way about Lyla and will “turn my nose up” quickly at books meant to support television programs or that promote the purchase of “toys”.
Today, I was reading ” The Best of Still Meadow” by “Gladys Taber”. Cash laid beside me, in the overgrown grass. He perked up, when the rabbits came out to graze. A dog is good company. I love boxers, especially. They are loyal and protective and their face is almost human at times, with expression. Boxers want to please and so are very trainable. They are however, “eternal puppies” and require diligence on the part of the owner. It could be a nightmare, otherwise, as the breed is energetic and muscular.
I did need to go to the grocery today, for “the cupboards were bare” in the rabbit patch kitchen. Reluctantly, I closed my book and left the sweet country air to go inside and change in to “town clothes” .