Hard to Beat a Sunny Day

It’s hard to beat a sunny day there at the river’s edge. Like the day  we run upstream with inner tubes, scrambling over rocks and logs  as the dog chases and barks. It’s all easy then – this living.

Slide1Terrific,  people say when they come and see the mountain and  water and  sand and the small pebbly rocks and places the children play and the dogs run.  We drink beer and unfold chairs and watch kids jump and splash and venture back and forth across the river until the sun casts long shadows.

These young days of summer we tire of nothing, not the heat or sun or swimming day after day.   The water is clear and cold and if  we pointed to the sky there is only   blue, and  herons or kingfishers, or  maybe an eagle floating with wings spread wide.

All the while the garden grows.  Beetles, black and shiny,   struggle out of the soil.  One day the garlic ripens.  Then there are tiny carrots and potatoes and bright red tomatoes.   Peaches turn soft and yellow.

Of course these  things need to happen.     Movement.     The budding and growing and gone.  The leaves to fall.      Clouds then rain.     The river to swell, and brown with mud.   What I mean is, there’s no undoing this.

Still, it’s hard to beat a sunny day.  There   at the river’s edge.   Running upstream and down, oblivious to what comes next.  As if we might pause here, forever.     Terrific, isn’t it, to think we’ll always find a way home? There to eat the ripened peaches.    How we love to pull them from the branches,   soft in our hands.         To touch them to our tongues, sweet and succulent, tasting the juices quick and brief,   before the fruit is gone.

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  1. Aunt Beulah says:

    This prose piece has the condensed power and beauty of a poem and caused the same amount of reflection and reminiscence on my part. Such a powerful message: all things grow, change, and prove transitory but are capable of achieving perfection in the moment. I loved this post; have already read it many times.

    1. Thank you ! This was the first year we actually had peaches (edible!) on our trees – my guess is due to the unusually long hot summer. They were so very good and the day we ate them memorable.

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