The summer has turned.
It is stretching towards late summer.
I am in such a mood. I don't know if I could even quite explain it.
I feel like we have begun the most elegant time of the year.
This is my most favorite season ~ it really doesn't have a name; although, "time to make a pie" is usually what comes out of my mouth,..... around this time of year.
I think that we've finally shed the anxious rush and fret of the school year. We've quietened down. The violin songs of the crickets are contemplative but there is still time left ~ and light and warmth ~ for an adventure or two. Yet, home feels safe and cozy.
Perhaps it is the slant of the light and the fact that the sunlight is waning in strength - mellowing, yet, still strong. The brazen heat seems to have lessened. Summer is still, here, but she seems to have shed her glaring gaudiness - not being afraid of what we will think of her anymore. She's grown older - much more comfortable.
I am craving soft paisleys and thinking of elegant grays ~ mushrooms and ferns ~ eating outdoors in the soft glow of evening with candlelight ~ soft fluffy pillows to sink into with a good summer read ~ moths ~ luminous hollyhocks ~ wispy daydreaming.
Pottery Barn has read my mind perfectly! When I received their catalog, I shivered and sighed and settled down to a lovely reverie.
Come to think of it, one of my favorite issues of the "old Victoria" was the August 2001 issue. They knew exactly what I'm talking about! Just look.....
Photograph by Colleen Duffley
"The flood of summer light had begun to ebb. The air had grown mellow, the shadows were long upon the smooth, dense turf."
~ Henry James
I am sure that we will have more hot and steamy summer weather. Still, the days are perceptibly shorter and, still, it doesn't change the fact that summer is waning and ever so lovely!