Nostalgia : August 2009 Archives

Listening to

Kitty, Daisy, and Lewis, as seen on Jimmy Fallon. The meadow settings look just like the fields I used to run through with my cousins as a kid. 

It wasn't such a bad summer

late august evening

It is an evening in August. 

The orchestra of cicadas is all I hear, louder even than the boys in the yard jousting with sticks shed by the tree during last night's storm. They sound like some tiny 80s synth band hidden somewhere up high in the trees. The sound reminds me of shade trees and sitting near my grandparents' propane tank, watching the last Ozark summer sunset before leaving the next morning to go north to home, school. 

It's an evening fit for late September, not mid-August. The breeze is warm with only the slightest hint of chill. It's getting close to that time of year where I can literally taste the season's change in the air. 

It is the quietest, most unassuming evening I've had all summer. 

The boys officially start their lessons next week. They've learned a lot about civics these past several months. 

I tried to think of a non-dorky way to say thank you for the kind emails you've sent, but I can't, so just, thank you. That was so very kind. 

The ultimate summertime song, period.


This reminds me of sitting on my aunt's porch eating a Fourth of July Bomb Pop, listening to my cousin play Will Smith on his portable tape deck and to the cicadas in the trees. 
While wearing jellies

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