A Time of Summer Quietness

 

A breathe of the sweetness of outdoors in the early morning as I rise at my friends country  home.

A farewell to this view as my friend has sold the home.

One last visit to sit in quietness and sharing of friendship of dear women.

It delights my soul.

The tall tree to the left is a favored bird perch.

Can you see why? If I were a bird I would perch there too. 

We could sit together, at least I think two birds could fit, and watch the sun rise and the earth come alive. Below are farms where irrigation sprinkler heads twirl in circles and farmers plow the fields or walk to collect the eggs from the productive chickens in the barn.

And at 5:30 in the morning the sun is just beginning to shine on the nearby Mt. Adams. Mt. Adams is a part of the Cascade mountain range, a ring of fire, a volcano laying dormant.

 

And then on returning home there has been time in the garden for tea. Summer days can be slow and mellow, a time to savor the garden and sit awhile.

Maybe I will sip a warm cup of tea in the quiet morning hour or on hot days it will be iced.

In the Mountains on a Summer Day by Li Po

"Gently I stir a white feather fan, 

With open shirt sitting in a green wood.

I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;

A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head."

 

On these hot days of summer it is more like perspiration running on my bare head, but yet I savor these quiet moments. It is like a basket of juicy fruit. I pick one from the basket, quietly munching the juicy flavors, and sit awhile listening for the distance bird and wiping the sticky juice from my arms. I delight in the day.

 Have a terrific summer weekend, dear friends!