The Livin’s Easy

by Stefani on 19-May-2008

You can see the signs everywhere.

Summer Sun

Summer is right around the corner.

For us Texans, spring is glorious. It comes early, it paints our roadsides with wildflowers, it makes us proud to be right where and when we are… but it doesn’t last long. Maybe that’s part of the wonder of it all – the knowledge that it is a fleeting whisper of a thing.

Before long we will be in the midst of summer’s skin crackling, snapping turtle grip.

The turtle let’s go when it thunders. The summer sun doesn’t let go until a cool wind blows – around about October, when we are weak and withered, gasping for air.

It isn’t that I don’t like summer. I do.

Berries and watermelon. Swimming and picnics. Sandcastles and shells. Children who wear swimsuits for months on end, fireflies. Oh fireflies!

We’ve had two in a jar by the bedside already this year. My Ryder, upon seeing the first of the season said, “Did you know about this?” He was astonished that somehow, someway, he had missed the existence of light up bugs! (Though I know he saw them last year.)

He kept saying, “They light up! Bugs that light up!” The way his mouth hung open over it, I was a little worried that he’d come to know how they tasted as well.

There has been sprinkler play, while just inside, mama’s sewing machine whirs, spinning out a steady stream of bandana pants for boys and new summer shirts for herself.

Children Running Through

There have been shirts shed across the yard and bare feet coated in sidewalk chalk.


Really Into HIs Art

Most of our meals have been eaten outside, with bits of crust carried off to the chickens – fluid meals eaten between laps around the grass, bird spottings and squirrel dinner theater.

So yes, I do love this new season, but I love it the way you love the relatives who come to stay. You plan for them, enjoy them, celebrate them, revel in the gifts and stories and embraces that they bring, but then after a while you think they better go on down the road before tensions rise and love is lost.

Summer is our crazy, fun loving, but often free loading uncle. He doesn’t know when to leave, and so we are bracing ourselves, half excited, half dreading his visit.

Elissa May 19, 2008 at 7:50 am

that’s funny! around here, summer is the rich old aunt who takes her time getting here and once she’s here is very finicky about doling out her jewels….. i think we both need a cousin who is a little more even-keeled.

Tracey@Paper Dolls for Boys May 19, 2008 at 8:22 am

“Did you know about this?” I love that! A budding scientist maybe?

kristi May 19, 2008 at 8:24 am

Amen! Us Texas folk know of long hot summers.

molly Bridle May 19, 2008 at 8:31 am

It must be the age. Last summer Max did the same thing. Running out of his bedroom saying “come see…these things..they fly w/ light!”

I love your description of summer as the crazy uncle. So true!

Our Green Nest May 19, 2008 at 8:49 am

How very true…we don’t see any fireflies/lightning bugs in this part of Texas anymore :(…not since I was a little girl!

gonzomama May 19, 2008 at 9:47 am

Here in Georgia, I feel the same way about summer (and our short-lived spring). Only you put it much more eloquently than I could.

Mama Urchin May 19, 2008 at 10:06 am

So so true. We won’t have fireflies for a while yet but I’m expecting their appearance to be met with all kinds of amazement.

Sachi Smith May 19, 2008 at 6:37 pm

Oh man oh man does this post make me miss home. i miss the sound of the crickets and the dense heat at night, and the hot stillness that is all around. I love Texas. i really really do.

Zelia May 20, 2008 at 1:28 am

🙂 i like spring better than summer i think… but this year i am afraid we’re missing it since it’s taking so long:(

nancy May 20, 2008 at 5:22 am

so true. i’m just east of you in n. florida and I know all about that free loading uncle!

michele, FL May 20, 2008 at 6:28 am

I love your blog. You have a way with words, and it keeps me coming back. Your boys are very blessed to have a mom like you! You keep it real and fun.

dianeinjapan May 20, 2008 at 8:54 pm

Love the “uncle” metaphor for summer in Texas–so, so true!

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