Thursday, August 14, 2014

Summer comes undone

August in Fairbanks begins full and lovely, and then slouches incrementally toward overripe decadence

Warm, lazy mornings seem to point their long green fingers laughing at clothing and tidiness and schedules 

Life is hypnotic, seductive. And then summer breaks down, weeps uncontrollably, and turns frosty cold.

At this writing, we are not quite there yet.  We are still under the spell

of so many tiny golden-green winged fairies winking in the evening sunlight.

1 comment:

  1. Odd as this summer has been, the persistent cool has keep my peas producing too.