We have been enjoying a remarkable stretch of fine summer weather here in the Litchfield Hills. True, there has been some rain, and in general the season has been wetter and cooler than usual, but for all that there have been a number of brilliant blue skies with low humidity and a fresh wind. The temperatures have stayed in the comfortable 80s and high 70s during the daylight hours, with cool evenings ideal for sleeping.
Nonetheless today I hear the drone of the first cicada, a harbinger of the advancing season if ever there were one. My vegetable garden is in that transitional stage where the early greens and herbs have bolted but the beans, squash and tomatoes have yet to ripen. The wild blackcaps are in season now, if one knows where to find a sufficiency without undue risk from poison ivy, and the cultivated red raspberries in my yard are more productive than in other years. My thoughts turn to pie, and vanilla ice cream smothered in berries, and cool drinks in the evening shade.
I am also considering which of my potential summer projects I will actually tackle this year. Will I get the oft-threatened dumpster and cart away the accumulated dross and bulky waste produced over a decade in residence, or will I sharpen my chainsaw and drop the sickly butternut and carve another totem pole? Is this the year when I will take the well seasoned ceder posts and make a pentagonal rondavel complete with phragmites thatch? Will I muster the energy and enthusiasm required for any of these ventures, or will I be content to trim the verge, weed around the edges, and acknowledge that I am still weary from the long journey to life after divorce? Despite my genetic predisposition and familial conditioning to bustle, there is something to be said for simply taking one's ease. For that, there is fresh mint for iced tea, and the occasional key lime mojito.
Today my children will come over from their mother's for the afternoon so that the three of us can go to the local carnival. They have an African Elephant to ride and the usual carni amusements, and there is a model train display in the partially restored Union Train Station. It is a fine day for cotton candy and colored balloons.