Sunday, July 25, 2010
Anything could happen
The Library of Congress - well - part of it. This building, the Jefferson, includes the reading room, truly the most beautiful room in Washington.
In summer, the song sings itself. --William Carlos Williams
It has been so relentlessly hot, and I've been so relentlessly consumed with moving that I somehow lost my connection to the season. That is very rare for me, even when I have a good excuse. Slogging through the heinous summer afternoon yesterday, to water a friend's garden, I heart cicadas. Whoa. I wonder when that started? I heard those little tree frogs singing in a freshly watered treebox, and crickets, too. The Symphony of late summer is well underway and the dog days will be soon upon us. Where was I as the sounds, songs, chirps and cheep-cheeps began? Buried in cardboard boxes, no doubt. If had to choose a summer that perhaps it would be appropriate to ignore, the summer of 2010 is definitely a good choice. It has been terribly hot every single day since June 1. OK, maybe there's been one nice day. Oh, what am I saying? I have no idea what this summer has been like. I checked out.
What a weird summer - June crawled by, July flew. So now onwards to August, ordinarily my least favorite month of the year. Who knows? It might turn out to be great. Trying to guess what's about to transpire this summer is pointless.
I love that Jeremy Taylor quote, that improvisation is the only skill worth cultivating. Especially this summer, anything goes. At least for me.
What next? Don't ask me!
I took a snap of these two chairs during the blizzards last winter. Here it is.