Summer in Qualicum with family:
The weather if finally hot and sunny in Qualicum, and open doors and windows admit the summer sounds of children playing on the beach, while desserts are topped up with strawberries from the veggie garden. A fine crop of boysenberries will be ripening within the next few weeks so I will have to stop typing long enough to make a pie! The rest of the garden prospers despite almost criminal neglect. I guess once plants get their roots down deep they are fairly permanent and don’t take off in a huff for the Elysian Fields. (If you don’t know your Greek mythology, Wikipedia will help.) This Old House may not have all the desired insulation, but it is so well built that it is reasonably cool inside except on the hottest of days.— Eswyn L
Time Does Not Bring Relief: You All Have Lied
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side,And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go,—so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, “There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.