The soft summer sun touched the spruce and poplar trees as we walked along the dirt road at 8 o’clock this morning. The smells of summer greeted us – redolent with memories of childhood and years gone by.
We were on our way to a lake an hour away – and we walked, our arms swinging free, the road rising to meet us as it wove through the spruce forest.
Suddenly, the trees opened to reveal a crystal lake – the water lapping the dock and the shore. The call of song and water birds echoed in the stillness. How refreshing the cool water felt on hot feet as we sat and chatted and laughed…entoxicated with a summer’s day of freedom to explore and enjoy.
We started home and were delighted to find high bush blueberries loaded with ripe plump smokey blue-grey berries. Out came our containers and in the silence each of us picked until the tops bulged when we fitted them back in place.
My feet were burning from our four hour hike as we stopped to watch the last two innings in a game at the women’s softball tournament at the ball diamond, set in the sandy loam by the side of the road.
This is the joy of summer. I am grateful for the memories of summers past and for the joy of THIS summer.
It has been a good experience as usual, and a time of preparation for the the trip Shirley and I will be making to India in a couple of weeks. More about that in the next posting. In the meantime…take time to enjoy this summer!