Burring and whirring hums drone a scratchy constant as our backyard neighbor mows. The sound and fragrance are comforting and peaceful, one of summer's iconic pleasures. Tracing the contours of his yard, my neighbor's lawnmower rumbles and roars, releasing the sweet green scent of sliced grass. My sprinkler arcs languidly across the back yard, soaking gardens and flower beds, staining the soil and mulch a rich ebony.
|Photo Credit: Flickr User Pearl Pirie, Creative Commons, cc license|
"Summer is a-third over," Mark teased me this weekend, arcing an eyebrow at me.
"No, don't say that! It's just three weeks in," I said, revising and constructing my perspective.
In a season that flies by, I'm trying to freeze time, savor every moment, and live fully present.
"Jennifer, you have to meet Tonya," they had said, and now here we were.
Bending close to hear and reminisce, we talked about towns in West Africa, and the beauty and strength of the Liberian people, and of the atrocities of the Liberian civil war. An hour flew by, and then we exchanged business cards and hugs in the parking lot outside.
"Mmm, I love it!"
We pause to examine a tiny fish spinal cord under the microscope, and summer marches on.
Hi friend, what has your first third of the summer been like so far?
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