Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

The birth of summer


Katie and I went on an early morning walk around the yard today. It was already hot, the kind of hot that reminds me of summers growing up. Some of you remember those days, oppressive heat pressing down on you even early in the morning. Sweaty sleepless nights with a rattling box fan ineffectively moving the stifling air.

Morning light slices through our backyard.

As kids all four of us got to spend a week at grandma’s house on the farm each summer. No air conditioning there either, but I don’t remember being so insufferably hot in the big old farmhouse. We each got to choose the week, though I remember in later years my uncle requesting my brothers during certain harvest weeks.

Neighbor’s flag celebrating in morning light.

I usually tried to be there when the wild black raspberries were in season. They grew behind my grandpa’s work shed and every morning I’d go out and pick a small bowl of them, and grandma and I would put them on our breakfast cereal. So good.

Katie and I shared these in the backyard.

And I remember the summers when I was much younger and my folks bought a lake lot with the intention of building a cabin someday. I remember the orange lilies blooming in the ditches on the road to the lake.

Bringing back memories.

They always represented summer to me. Now when I see them I am instantly transported back to that lake lot and the summer days spent swimming off the dock and rowing the big green rowboat.

Queen Anne’s lace getting ready to spring into summer.

This morning while Katie was busy sniffing I was noticing so many reminders of summers past, right in my own back yard. Lots of evidence, too, that summer is progressing regardless of the craziness happening in the world.

Looking for something to cling to.

Even as we stay home, curtailing plans, missing family, time is moving and mother nature is pushing forward. A lesson, I guess, for all of us not to give up hope either. For more than sixty years I’ve watched summer unfold, leaf by leaf, petal by petal.

I guess I should stop worrying about what tomorrow will bring and just let it be.

Sneaking quietly into summer.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

34 thoughts on “The birth of summer

  1. The Queen Anne’s Lace looks so pretty. I remember picking bouquets of that and thistle in a field across the street from my home in NJ. Funny the little things that bring back big memories.


  2. Wonderful to read about your childhood memories of summer. That photo of the lily is lovely.


  3. Hi, Dawn (and Katie) – I’m not sure why I no longer have received emails about your posts. I’ve missed your reflections. I’m off to re-signup! 😀


    • Huh. I wonder what happened? It’s happened to me a few times too, on other blogs, I suddenly realize that I’m not getting anything and I go check and it’s not that they stopped posting! I hope you are able to get back on!


  4. You weren’t kidding, we did capture similar images on our walks. Your lily image reminds me I will miss capturing the blossoms around the house. I guess I’ll need to go exploring to find me a few. I really like the simplicity of the “Looking for something to cling to” image.


  5. Summertime and all those sweet memories that go along with it!


  6. Summertime memories for my sister and I was spent in North Louisiana with our grandparents. We would start out we were going to stay a week beg for 2 and sometimes stay a month. Those times were special very special to us both.


    • Those are great memories! Weren’t we both lucky that we got to do stuff like that growing up? Were they in a town or out in the country?

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      • They lived in a small town. We would take our bikes with us and ride down the hill to the corner washateria to get a coke and candy lol. My grandfather had friends who grew watermelons so when we got there in the summer there were around 40 watermelons under the carport waiting to be cut and eaten.

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  7. Love hearing your summer memories! We’ve had that oppressive heat here, too, for days on end. Sadly, some years, it takes a hurricane in the Gulf for this stuff to break. We can only hope a nice cold front blows in from the northwest instead!


  8. I think this post reflects what a lot of people, including me, are doing and that’s learning to go with the flow. Almost everything about the world situation is out of our control, except for basic common sense, that the best thing we can do, and the one probably best for our mental health, is to observe and reflect and take it one day at a time.


    • I agree. There’s no fighting with the craziness going around now. I’m pretty much staying home and being mindful of how very good I have it, here in my house in my yard in my neighborhood.


  9. Glad you’re dealing with the heat! I’ve been out camping a bit with the SE Iowa humidity.


    • We’ve been camping in the backyard…but last night it was so hot and humid we caved and slept inside. Probably will tonight too. The last night we slept outside Katie got me up at 1:30 and asked to go back in the house. Hard to be a sheltie and camp in this weather!


  10. It is so wonderful to have such lasting childhood summer memories. It reminded me of the summers spent at my grandparents home. Certain smells always take me back, the flowers, I loved this post Dawn.


  11. What lovely memories, Dawn. Did your grandma’s farmhouse have fans? That’s what I couldn’t live without during these hot days without air conditioning. As for not worrying about what tomorrow will bring…am working on that one. Good luck to all of us!


    • No, no fans, but very high ceilings, and there were huge oak (I think oak) trees around the house for shade, and narrow tall windows. It was sort of dark inside and I don’t remember it being hot, though I’m sure it was. We weren’t in the house a lot during the day, preferring to run all over the farm and play with the barn cats outside.


  12. Beautiful memories and post, Dawn. I remember the pre-air conditioning days well. Mother Nature and the seasons move on, no matter what us humans are doing.

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