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One day in summer
when everything
has already been more than enough
the wild beds start
exploding open along the berm
of the sea; day after day
you sit near them; day after day
the honey keeps on coming
in the red cups and the bees
like amber drops roll
in the petals: there is no end,
believe me! to the inventions of summer,
to the happiness your body
is willing to bear.
-- "The Roses" by Mary Oliver from American Primitive
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"American Primitive" won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1984.
Posted by: Flannista | July 29, 2012 at 06:12 AM
What are other inventions of summer?
Posted by: Flannista | July 29, 2012 at 06:14 AM
Eating watermelons and spitting the seeds
Walking the beach at sunrise
Pulling the curtains back and watching an evening thunderstorm
The smell of mountain laurel on an Appalachian hillside
Wading in a creek to cool off on an August day
Anyone else?
Posted by: treesta | July 29, 2012 at 07:16 AM
Town Carnivals.
State Fairs.
Posted by: Flannista | July 29, 2012 at 07:48 AM
Swimming in a lake ... any lake.
Baseball.
We're off to a Rockies Game today with friends. Our family visitors will let themselves out the door after they've had their fill of Frontier Days.
Yesterday, noway's Aunt Frannie died, his Mom's younger sister, his last aunt standing and his mom's last living sibling. Even amidst all the bursting life of summer ... death ... the other side of the coin of bursting life. But, noway is not wasting a good summer day. He went for his usual pre-sunrise walk with the dog, followed by sunrise golf with his neighbor pal, then, off to a Rockies Game. I believe that he is celebrating Frannie's life by enjoying his own to the fullest. I know that she would approve.
Posted by: PEACEsista | July 29, 2012 at 09:21 AM
Beautiful poem and photo, and thoughts for Noway.
Posted by: frida | July 29, 2012 at 09:31 AM
So sorry, noway and peace.
Posted by: Sista C | July 29, 2012 at 10:37 AM
Hey, Sista C.
Been thinking a lot about you. It's lovely of you to reach out to noway in the midst of your own grief following the death of your father.
noway -- I'm going to hoist a cold one for Aunt Frannie today -- and I don't drink beer much at all, but it seems like something you would do.
Maybe having a beer is my own invention this summer.
Posted by: Flannista | July 29, 2012 at 12:00 PM
The chaste tree in my backyard blooms twice. Once in May and it is now in its second bloom. It is a desert tree. I think it is unusual to bloom twice.
Posted by: Justista | July 29, 2012 at 02:08 PM
Thinking of you, noway & PEACE.
Just, take a picture of your blooming chaste tree.
Posted by: treesta | July 29, 2012 at 08:10 PM