This is what the 'dog days of summer' means to me:
Sitting down at the harbor in the gloaming
sun and water
golden waves of grain
(the harvest was well under-way
before the end of July this year--so said my brother-in-law
when he texted me that he'd 'harvested for me' for my birthday)
Sunsets earlier each night
out the front window
More golden fields (did I ever mention I love
these wavy hills?)
(It is, after all, dog-days!)
And this one--my lovely SK--
packing up her life to move to the Bay area...
In just four more days.
I'm so excited for her and
sad for me.
Mamas can feel both these things at once.
We always said we weren't raising children,
we were raising adults.
Teaching them to grow up and
And so she goes.
As she should.
how I wish these dog days could last.