Monday, October 4, 2010
When our children were small, we often read “Frederick” by Leo Lionni. “Frederick” is a fable about a little field mouse and his friends. All the field mice, but Frederick, work all day and night to collect food for the winter. They don’t understand why Frederick isn’t working too. Frederick explains to them that he is gathering the sun’s rays, colors and words for the long, cold winter ahead. “Aren’t we lucky the seasons are four? Think of a year with one less… or one more.”
So we have “Frederick” days. Instead of storing up for the winter, we store up for the summer. This time of year is when I need my “Frederick” days the most. It is still too hot. I want autumn and I want it now.
I need to remember our cool, wet spring that was such a delight.
I need to remember an unexpected dinner outside during an unexpected cool spell in mid-June. I need to remember nights around the fire.
I need to remember cool mornings at the lake watching the herons and egrets.
I need to remember the cold day watching the sandhill cranes last winter.
As I write this, the breeze is picking up. Clouds are forming. The temperature is dropping ever so slightly. Hope ahead…
Edited: Wind brought in a beautiful evening! We ate dinner outside and it was perfect. Hope, indeed.