Back to my routines…..
I got the girls up early today, so they could practice for school. They were not fans — but they have 2 weeks to grow accustomed.
These last days of summer, the re-engineering my schedule so that I can write, parent, love and friend…. I want it to rain, but this year it’s one of those sticky, sultry summers that saps your motivation and leaves you Jonesing for sweet, red watermelon and most amazingly the glorious Georgia Belle peaches that only ripen these first weeks of August.
Today’s poet, Sam Clemens or Mark Twain as we all know him, was a good Connecticut boy who evoked the South amazingly well. You can hear the fireflies, smell the heat and glory in the sudden summer shower.
Warm Summer Sun by Mark Twain
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
summer tunes: American Pie (Don McLean); Rose Garden (check out the Southern Culture on the Skids’ version); Hong Kong Garden (love Siouxsie & the Banshees); The Summer Wind (Madeleine Peyroux); US Blues (Grateful Dead — Buffalo on the 4th in the rain…..); Summer Nights (from Grease); Come Go with Me (the Beach Boys); Heatwave (choose a cover); Garden Party (Ricky Nelson); Summer Samba (Astrud Gilberto); Heat of the Moment (Asia); Summertime (Sam Cooke); We’ll be Together (Sting); Reggatta de Blanc (the Police); Feels like Summer Again (the Wallflowers); Staring at the Sun (Wendy & Lisa); and Island in the Sun (Weezer)
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse cool the earth, the air and you. –> Langston Hughes
Take care,
Aly
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