“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.” Tuck Everlasting, Natalie Babbitt, 1975
A yearly quote of mine from a very favorite little book, reread often since I discovered it in years ago in the library of the elementary school where I taught.
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This day came in sunny with lovely temps and breezes. My friends from the Standish Humane Society Shelter are going to put a local trapper in touch with my friend to help find Alfie. We have more hope now.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
Gorgeous and fabulous words. For me the beginning of August is definitely the top of the Ferris wheel - what a brilliant analogy - always feels like it's downhill from here. Partly because it's when our swifts leave us and the skies are so oddly quiet like an empty nesters house.
August 3rd, 2023
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