Fleeting Summer Days

Yesterday was the first day of school for my siblings. Our family rose early, ready to meet the challenge. We packed lunches, tended the goats, ate our breakfast, and rushed out the door. But, while the day proved to be enjoyable, I found myself worried at the end of it. I was frustrated at the impending loss of summer and afraid of the start of something new. My tears dampened the pillow as I cried myself to sleep.

This morning I awoke feeling sad. My mother left to drive my brother to school, so I was left alone, and unable to rise myself from my fog. I stationed myself on the couch under a blanket. It was not until some time after my mother had returned and I had read several truck books to DLF, that I remembered that I had promised my dad that I would pick some of our grapes today.

The grapes were perfectly ripe, a deep cloudy purple color, and they burst if you dropped them, spewing fourth their pale green guts and several large seeds. Not the most delicious, but definitely beautiful.

I could feel the sun on my shoulders, and the sticky grape juices on my lips and fingers. I could see my mother working nearby, and DLF munching on grapes and dreaming of tow trucks. The fog around me was rising.

We managed to pick two boxes of the purple grapes, but there are still quite a bit left. It looks like there will be a lot of grape juice in our future!

So, as the late-afternoon sun shines on the garden, I think back on a good day, and I am grateful for the sun, DLF’s enthusiasm, and to be home with my mother on one of these fleeting late-summer days. Oh, these fleeting late-summer days!

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