Waning and Waxing

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the Creator.
Mahatma Gandhi

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(the waxing crescent moon of the end of August / Julie Cook / 2014)

A waning summer is soon to be written down in the annuals of time as just another volume known simply as the memories of a summer come and gone. . .

First it was June who offered her sheer joy of freedom and the simple recklessness of abandon which was to be found lurking in the heart of both young and old. Freedom whispered as Summer offered her enticing and welcoming warmth, coaxing all winter weary souls back into the light of day. The Days grew long and luscious as bare feet relished the cool tall grass. Soft laughter was heard across the evening skies as we gave ourselves permission to sit out just a little bit longer and a little bit later while savoring the perfume of gardenia and jasmine on a summer’s night breeze as we watched the fireflies dance with the stars.

Next came July, marching forth wearing her Red, White and Blue. Her night skies lit bright with the colorful displays of triumph and freedom. Reminding us of who we are and why we are and why any of that really matters. Children squealed with delight as the juice of watermelons and ice cold popsicles trickled down cheeks and chins. We packed our baskets full of fried chicken and potato salad. We gathered by lakes and ponds, casting our lines and pulling our skis–donning lotions and potions keeping sun and insect both at bay. Happiness and joy mingled sweetly together with the myriad of pitchers of lemonade, the bottomless bowls of homemade ice-cream while the smoke of a thousand grills and cookouts wafted heavenward.

Finally August arrived on a long hot summer wind. The sun bore down as a brilliant flame ready to bake a silent earth. The grass withered, the creeks dried as air quality alerts were sounding the alarm. Triple digits danced across the meters as we darted and dashed from house to car, from car to work in the maddening avoidance of the furnace blast of an unforgiving month. Our clothes clung to sweat soaked bodies as each breath labored under the thick stagnant humid air. Energies were drained as the heat of the day took its toll. Joy and pleasure took a nap along with the brilliant colors of flowers and blooms which gave way to dried crunchy browns. The cicadas sang their endless song under the blanket of a hazy heavy night.

And here we are again, preparing one last time, ready to offer up one more final “Hooray”–one last chance to capture the elusive siren known as Summer. One more opportunity to grab with gusto a little summertime enjoyment before the page turns, waxing toward a hopeful new season and time. A refreshing Fall is waiting in the wings, ready to offer her brilliance of color, intoxicating warm woody scents, and rich full heady flavors—but until that time comes, we must give Summer her due and pay her homage one last hot and humid time. . .

7 comments on “Waning and Waxing

  1. Lynda says:

    Lovely tribute to summer in your climate. Now if I were to write about this summer in Ontario, I’m afraid I would have to write about rain and cooler temperatures. I believe that we have only had one heat alert day in the Toronto area this summer. I must admit I don’t mind as I like moderate weather. I haven’t watered my lawn once and it is a bright vibrant green. It has been an interesting summer of weather but no matter, it is coming to a close and I look forward to the vibrant colours of autumn which is my favourite season. Prayers continue for your son and I ask for prayers for my sister who is still in hospital – it has been close to two months now. She is improving but slowly. Blessings.

    • Oh truly, prayers for your sister and her recovery!! Improvements are good!!
      And trust me, I would much rather have your summer!!!
      I too love Fall–my favorite time of year–it’s just that ours won’t much fell like it until November—ugh…
      A happy paperless Saturday!!
      Hugs and love—Julie

  2. David says:

    August sounds as if it was challenging Julie. Although we have had a warm summer there have been very few days when we overheated, which is just as well as the only air-conditioning we have is in our cars! And the garden stayed green.

  3. I love your description of the waxing and waning summer. By this time of year I’m so tired of the extreme heat!!! For the next ten days we’ll still be in the high nineties. This is when I nearly lose hope that it will ever be cool again. I thank God every day for the man who invented air conditioning, but I don’t like being cooped up inside all the time. So I pray that for both of us that the heat siege will soon be OVER!!!! Hugs and blessings, Natalie 🙂

    • oh I am so over this heat and Summer—then I’ll probably be moaning and groaning in February over the winter—I like Fall—Spring is nice too, but I really like Fall. The only problem is that is really doesn’t cool off until late October or early November—
      And like you, I do get tired of staying in most of the day. The humidity right now has been really bad–but we did have some rain storms tonight which was really a nice treat.
      And to your thought the other day, yes, I would love having dinner or tea including Lynda—we’d have an in-depth blast 🙂

      • Same here. We can still have some pretty warm days into October and sometimes even November. And then there was the year it was 80 on Christmas day. I’m so glad you were treated to some rain storms. That would be so lovely and I’m praying it happens soon here too. Yes, I think the three of us would have an in-depth blast too! Love and hugs, N 🙂

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