Thursday, October 17, 2019

River Laments the End of Summmer

I had a bad feeling, way back in June, when the temperature was warm, the gardens were in bloom, spreading their beauty and sweet smells throughout our modest yard, and the daylight was everlasting.  I noticed the sun was setting earlier. I hoped it was meaningless, but the days continued to get shorter, which meant our beautiful gardens were in peril. 

I do love our gardens, especially the awesome smells.  I like to bury my nose down to the roots where the really good scents are captured. I love sitting in the buggy on Mondays and watching my parents turn patches of dirt into beauty.

I did not want the beautiful summer to end. I knew I couldn't stop it, but my sister angel Judge Foley Monster can do anything.  She entered my dreams and told me while she appreciated my faith in her, not even a Yorkie angel judge can keep the Earth from spinning around the sun.   Disappointing.

Then Foley presented me with an offer I couldn't refuse.  She told me she would come into my dreams when I was taking my afternoon nap, give me a butterfly body to assume, and then I could enjoy the garden in a whole new way. 

The next day as I snoozed next to my mom on the recliner, Foley appeared in my dreams. She held up a butterfly body and told me to take all my thoughts and push them into it. I did, and the next thing I knew, I was a butterfly with pretty yellow wings next to Foley, who had purple ones. We flew to the garden.

Foley told me that this year, our garden had the best butterfly bushes ever.  The branches were sturdy, the blooms enticing, and the smells perfection. I could have stayed there all day. Foley had brought angel friends who happy flew from bloom to bloom.  They were very appreciative of my parents' garden work. The angels who used hummingbird bodies were especially grateful. They said we had the finest nectar on the east coast. It got a five-star rating on Flitter. When Foley got me back to my sleeping body, I needed to sleep. It was the most exhausting nap ever. 

I took that adventure at the beginning of September.  Even though the days were growing shorter and the nights colder, all our summer flowers were in bloom.  It stayed that way until last week. Suddenly frost grew on the windshield. The wind blew away all my lovely blooms.  The beautiful flowers were gone with a promise to be back next year. 

We do have some new Chrysthanthemums and cabbage plants. They are very nice. I appreciate my parents' efforts to extend the flower season into the midpoint of the football season.  I think they do it for Pocket and me so we can sit in our buggy and enjoy the fall weather. In a few weeks, even that pleasure will be gone, and we will settle in for the cold, dark winter.

I guess they call it the fall because that is what happens to everyone's spirits the longer it goes on. 


  1. OH my! What a lovely thing to do, give you wings to fly! I too start lamenting the coming autumn, even when in July...I know, I know, it's a weird habit but I was trained by the best. I try to enjoy the changing seasons, but as you so rightly stated: some of us let our spirits fall at this time of year.

  2. We really hate it when the sun goes away from the earth. We are afraid that this time it won't come back.

  3. We have a cold rainy day here in WNY today. The wind is blowing the leaves off the trees, and the sky is gray and dark. I sure makes us dream of the nicer days of summer!

  4. river...if ya keep in yur mindz eye how yur gardin looks///looked, it will carry ewe over ta next spring when flowerz bee a bloomin again....fall iz a good time two...mumz bee just one oh de flowerz ya an see....AND...itz that kinda cloze ta Christmas....N ya noe what that meenz.... bizcuitz, treetz N may bee a new toy ;) ♥♥

  5. I hate to see it all disappear too, but it's the way of seasons. You'll see your flowers and butterflies in your dreams though. That's a good thing.

    Have a fabulous day. ♥

  6. Such an amazing time you had and we were a bit happy to see fall here.

  7. How cool to be a butterfly for a bit. we don't mind the cooler weather of fall but not looking forward to the winter cold
    Mabel & Hilda

  8. My momma HATES summer ending. It seriously puts her in a bad funk. She luvs swimming and lying in the sun and HATES winter so much.

  9. There is beauty in the change. I believe that. Browns and golds and earth tones overtake the reds and bright greens. They world becomes an Andrew Wyeth painting, a loveliness in a world the poet John Donne wrote about: “No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."

  10. We rejoiced when the unbearably hot summer days were gone. Now we hope for a very cold 3 month winter to kill all the fleas and other bad bugs. Lucy, Xena and Amy


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