I've got a case of that deep mood indigo that comes with the end of summer, but rather than fret, I have to admit that I revel in it. I love the buzz of an old fan on low; the slow, golden descent of the sun behind the pines of Sebago Lake; the call of the loons in the distance just as the day winds down; and the soft cocoon of a cotton quilt for comfort more than for warmth.
These are the days that slip through your fingers like lake water. The ones you wish could simmer on and on, made all the more sweet by their fleeting ways. These are the days when I feel most mortal. I sense endings in each slam of the screen door, and I lie awake long after the cottage has fallen into its own night rhythms, listening to the drip of the bathroom sink and the slow, steady breathing of someone I love on the other side of the beadboard wall.
This moment, no other, is all that matters. If there are endings, so be it, because that means that there are beginnings, too.
Ahhhh..............so that's what I am feeling.
ReplyDeletePerfect words.
XO
You're as evocative and colonial as Graham Greene today in your atmospherics, and as self-contained. And you're saying there's a beginning after the ending, rather than just the one that led to it? It's good to have such continuousness.
ReplyDeletesuch perfect words for this very moment in time.....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Gigi!! xxoo :)
ReplyDeletesuch a beautiful write...i will feel this way i think in about a month. for today i am thankful for the lower humidity
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh, I feel the same way, your words capture everything so beautifully!
ReplyDeleteVERY eloquently put, Gigi... *sigh*... We’re still holding on to summer with gentle fingertips. I’m always sorry to see summer go… But I do love the changes & promise each new season brings. Summer was a bit odd for us in many ways, felt like we missed some of it with illness and family issues, closing my shop. We’ve got an early autumn trip in mind to stretch out the summer a bit. Autumn can be rainy here though, so remind me of my embracing autumn here… LOL! Happy Weekend, my friend ((HUGS))
ReplyDelete...you are a poet indeed:) I am not quite ready for summer to leave either but yearn for autumn at the same time...
ReplyDeleteI do wish that loons would come to RI...I would give up all these Canadian geese for them:)
Gigi...sometimes I forget what a wonderful writer you are. Tonight, I am reminded.
ReplyDeleteOh wow. Yes, endings are only beginnings in a sense.
ReplyDeleteThis is slightly personal, but when I had Olivia, the nurse helped me up to the restroom :)
I fainted.
But, before I did, I remember thinking, "I'm dying now. This is it." And I was completely at peace.
So, for what it is worth...indigo moods are as good as sunny yellow ones, for it is one and the same in my opinion. Nothing to fear. The colour simply indicates what stage we are at at any given moment.
xoxo
I'm afraid I've spent a lot of this summer wishing for fall. It's been an incredibly uncomfortable season here. I long for open windows!
ReplyDeletei have tears in my eyes....this was the BEST piece i have read in a very long time......
ReplyDeletesending late summer love,
kary and teddy
xxx
Thank you, Kary! That means so much to me. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI really needed to hear those words dearest Gigi. Indigo is one of my favourite colours and I too am feeling the call of Autumn in the changing of the daylight. It will be welcomed by me too - Summer has gone fast in its usual blur of activity. Bring on the lazy indian Summer and some swingin' in the rocker on the porch ;-) HOW NICE TO BE BACK!!
ReplyDeleteLovely photo and such sweet writing! I always love catching up on your blog. It's so perfect as it's a rainy day here, just watching the Food Network and watching the rain bounce of the windows. :) Your squash blossoms look heavenly!
ReplyDeleteso beautiful!
ReplyDeleteand so true.
xoxo
The right stuff GiGi. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteHope that Hurricane passes Maine and Ma.
I lost everything in Andrew.
yvonne
What pretty words, Gigi. I love the image of the fan blowing away.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed words, and with the photo- they give that feel of these days (summer ends differently here and is still a month away) but your words bring back the memories of so many summers closing. Love that you mentioned the screen door shutting (a sound I have not heard in years and years but as soon as I read it I could hear it as if I too was upstairs).
ReplyDeleteMy dear Gigi,
ReplyDeleteJust home from Italy, I can feel the presence of Autumn, be it in only a small way. There are berries on the trees and a slight chill in the air and, if I'm not careful, I shall be desperately missing the summer but, Autumn brings a beauty of it's own....a new beginning, I think. XXXX
As every season passes I feel more and more mortal. As much as I can't wait for the next season to come I fear it a little. I guess that's life....time goes by whether we're ready or not!
ReplyDelete....finally got my hubby to read your post from Nov 09....the one with the truck memory with your dad. Love that post!!!
xx
carole
This is so good I could just eat it up. The days grow quieter, the air conditioner humming less - I know these days. A delicious piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteDebi
Gigi,
ReplyDeleteI have visited this post again and again since you've put it up. I keep waiting for the perfect words to strike me. Words to tell you how much your words mean, what kind of music they play in my heart. Words to say, "Yes. Yes. I hear you. I agree. I'm listening."
I love you, my friend.
Oh! Oh my!
ReplyDeleteOne of my most very favourite posts by your fair hand, Gigi. I think it may be the my own autumn sweet-melancholy that has tinged it with lovely sadness. So very, very lovely. C x
Oh.
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful.
Just beautiful.
You are a gifted writer and a beautiful soul.
ReplyDeleteAw, thank you, my friend. xo
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