Saturday, August 15, 2015

8.15.15 As August rumbles slowly toward the middle of its time




     In the herb garden come evening , the dew grows heavy and nourishing to the dry soil, as August rumbles slowly toward the middle of its time. 
     It's now that I sometimes remember younger days, with younger children ; all that hubbub of saving the money for school clothes , supplies , thinking ahead of possible alluring breakfasts; lunches .
     Having the last Cape camping flings , allowing the last sleepovers , as we slowly moved our bedtimes back on track.
     Quietly making arrangements for tutors, helping them get into shape for tryouts, as each of them readied themselves for prime time , once again .
     Always I was grateful to be self-employed, so there was no need for them to be in summer programs 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. But rather, some volunteer work , some paid , and lots of lazy time off .
     Oh, life with kids is so on on.. And yet, in between the outrageous and the sublime, in retrospect it was all so fine .


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