The diminishing days of summer begin to tug at my only-just-now-relaxing heartstrings. I’m not ready to give up the heat, the light, the energy of the extra sunlight; not where we live anyway.
We live in a rain-forest and not the kind that, in winter, envelopes the area in near bathwater-warm mists. Oh no, ours is that infamous, sopping, bitterly chill ya to cellular level till you cry kind of dampness. That cheery fun matched only by the varying depths of blanketing grey masses that blot out said light of grace.
So, is it any wonder I choose to claw back the impending doom and seek out the remnants of brilliance and shine? To hang onto the trailing sweet scents of fresh leaves and grasses and florals? To seek even more comfort in the flowing lightness of shimmery breezes (and really cute apparel)?
All of which serves to ease even the biggest workload into a sense of partial vacation. Maybe it’s closer to the idea of just vacant, but still… if it works for escapism purposes…
Soon enough, the world’s turn will darken patio libations and I will have no choice but to submit to the inevitable. Grey. Slate, Dove, Ash, Charcoal. Grey. Well, at least that is, until we get to the mixed and even, garish jewel tones of Christmas. Oh my… Can’t wait!
In the meantime, some of my micro-tributes to summer colour:
White blooms speaking innocence
Thus mine are yellow 😄
BC coast, July 2017
Secrets of the heart
A mere two souls know my fave
Photo, Peggys Cove, NS
Sunny, bright, happy
Deep, warm, inviting caress
A bed of warm intellect
The real couleur de l’amour
Haiku / Tanka
Photo, Northwest Cove, NS