An Artist's Quest

Long Legs of Summer

Change is in the air; summer is stretched out prone, her long legs draped across the yard like a sunbather catching the late afternoon sun.  The wildflowers are long past blooming, now sporting seedpod maracas just waiting for autumn wind to ask them to dance the samba and shake their seeds loose.  The braided bulb tops from spring’s tidy fest are now dried twisted fingers, grandmothers in prayer waiting to be transported to the next life.  The herbs and chives have all bolted well beyond flowering, now draping dried tendrils, hanging sun salted hair of beach combers returning from a long day searching the shore for shells and treasure.

I am of two minds in this moment, part of me wants to tidy up, bring order to this madness with my red handled nippers, fill the garden cart with these spent fancies, dump them on the burn pile and move on.  The other part wants to linger a moment let each thing fall fallow in its own way, in its own time.  So for the moment I sit enjoying the long light of this August afternoon, pruning shears resting…but ready.

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7 responses

  1. Julia

    What a wonderful word picture you paint. I can see it all in my mind’s eye. You remind me to enjoy this in between time.

    August 19, 2011 at 8:04 am

  2. Ingrid

    Hi Lisa – I keep meaning to write and tell you how much I enjoy your blog and how beautifully you write and evoke the sounds, sights and smells of your life there at Bishop’s Ranch. For me, stuck in an air conditioned office, it’s a welcome respite to read your posts and enjoy your descriptions vicariously. And think of how I am planning to observe similiar things in my yard and on my evening walks with Fenn.
    Thanks for sharing the beauty,
    Your cous –
    Ingrid

    August 19, 2011 at 12:53 pm

    • Thanks Cous, great to hear from you, with the windows thrown open and the breeze and bird songs drifting through it’s easier to stay in touch with nature and the passing of seasons one day at a time, so savoring those moments becomes even more important when you are refrigerator bound, in an AC office… keep listening, looking, breathing how else do we know we are alive!?

      August 23, 2011 at 8:52 am

  3. Julie

    I like the being present to the transition. It seems like we always want to jump in, make something happen. Isn’t watching an activity?

    It seems the transition, the change of things makes me want to DO something. To ready myself for the next thing and hold to a sense of control of my circumstances. Or is it my wanting to avoid the melancholy of grief of things ending, to deny the anxiety of things unknown beginning?

    Perhaps my response is simply to wake up and watch it happen.
    I have a part, I have something to do…. if I just listen and be told.

    ooxxx

    August 20, 2011 at 7:50 pm

    • Watching is an activity, being present takes such will power (I just wish it exercised my core muscles at the same time!)

      August 23, 2011 at 8:48 am

  4. Jane

    I too am in two minds.

    Summer makes me want to tackle new creative projects. Many of my ongoing commitments are less active during the summer months (or so I kid myself). I feel I have this wealth of time waiting to be harvested. I gather new materials (an online coupon for the art store is a dangerous thing to receive in one’s inbox!). with gusto I pullout hidden treasure from overstocked cupboards and rediscover past projects long forgotten that I feel inspired to revive. I delve in … and then I start to miss the wealth of free time and I start to meander away.

    That lounger in the shade and the novel that I found hidden on the shelf become irresistible and I return to the lazy days of summer. Tomorrow I’ll be productive and creative, at least today I emptied one shelve, (if only one shelf and not the whole closet), that otherwise would have gone untouched. And I enjoyed the trip to the art store. I have a wealth of great ideas to enjoy thinking about as the words on the page blur and the sounds of natures creativity serenades me to sleep. Ahh summer…

    August 22, 2011 at 5:50 pm

    • What’s the rush? Why be so busy all the time? Tomorrow will come, it always does, we can be productive then, just savor for a few more days.

      Thanks for your insightful, thoughtful comments

      August 23, 2011 at 8:47 am

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