I love summer most as it is fading away. There is a pause like the hush of an audience before a stage curtain lifts waiting for the magic to appear on stage. I was blessed a full evening this past weekend surrounded by peaceful countryside, allowing me the opportunity to watch the sun slowly set on the final days of the season. In contrast, the previous day had been a sauna of summer heat and humidity as you come to expect when you live near the Chesapeake Bay.
This day, somehow, had a sudden crispness to the air with breezes finding their strength. The sunlight had a palette not quite golden, but certainly warmer in hue. The billowing clouds helped to create the atmosphere. We drove well around Baltimore City to avoid the giant blow-out festival in the Inner Harbor celebrating the 200th anniversary of the British attempt to blast their way around Fort McHenry. Instead we opted for winding roads and retro 1980s tunes, as we drove northward and away from the urbs and suburbs to tranquil farmland. The stated purpose of our mission was to attend a fundraiser dinner for the Creative Alliance, but I had only the urge to be surrounded by Summer's full bounty on my mind.
And there is no time like the present, because the seasons are changing. . .
I think of this moment between Summer and Autumn as a time of Drawing In.
It is a lull in the seasons to pause and cherish all of the energetic growth and ecstatic wildness of the warmest months of the year. Even though I am not a farmer as my hosts are, the harvest that I see spread before me is all of the activities and accomplishments of my creative endeavors. You do not have to work on the land in order to appreciate the importance of harvest time.
My host expressed a similar thought when he sat at his dining table. For him, the idea behind hosting a party immediately before the Fall of the year is a conscious choice. He knows that he has a lot of work in store for the harvests and preparations for winter, but this is his time to kick
back and reward himself for all of the labor of the year. The food served at the table came from his land and his wife's amazing feast.
Here then are some of my impressions of the landscape that I saw during this enchanted evening.
In the farm yard.
|Big, bad turkey!|
|Honey, the Herder|
|The Trickster Goats|
In the nearby woodlands.
There are mists rising even as the daylight begins to fade. The Jewelweed has grown so tall and bushy. It's orange blooms stand out like flags in the twilight.
|Jewelweed Glowing in Twilight|