Begun on the 5th, finished on the 7th.
Sitting on my back porch, in some stillness. In my sight lines are some less than perfect pots of flowers and herbs that I’ve planted and babied in the blistering heat, a brilliant hydrangea in our back garden that is in full bloom, and the garden behind ours, long neglected yet still punctuated with blooming perennials that are too stubborn to recognize that they are no longer tended.
Yesterday was rather idyllic. A summertime community picnic in Concord. Hot dogs, Wilbur’s first, and hamburgers, sweet tea and strawberry shortcake. And apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Firefighters set up a flat house with flames coming through windows and doors, all on hinges, and gave children the chance to aim a “real” fire hose and shoot water at the flames until the flames were defeated. The line was too long for Wilbur to wait, for any of us to wait, but he loved watching other kids with the hose. There was a playground with a sand pit for the pleasure of the littlest ones including Wilbur and his aunty Julia. There was a four piece band of what I thought of as old codgers playing blue grass and old rock standards. Those codgers may have been younger than I am. Best of all, we took a train to the picnic! Wilbur’s current high interest topic is trains of all sorts and sizes, and so we met three stops on the transit line from Concord and took two little train rides to and from the picnic. It was well worth it as everything about the train, especially moving, was fascinating to the little boy.
Chasing Joy 