A light
breeze from the north stirs tree branches. Dappled light dances across the
yard. The air is cool and fresh with the breath of the woods that embrace our
house. The titmouse and oriole sing all day long.
This is
the last day of June. Normally a strong south wind would be raising the
temperature and humidity into the nineties. We would be closing windows and
turning on air conditioning. Today’s beautiful weather is an anomaly to be
relished. It calls to mind James Russell Lowell’s famous lines fom “The Vision
of Sir Launfal:”
And
what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then
Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear
lays:
Whether
we look, or whether we listen,
We
hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
Every
clod feels a stir of might,
An instinct within it that
reaches and towers,
And,
grasping blindly above it for light,
Climbs
to a soul in grass and flowers…
Rarely do
these lines apply to eastern Kansas. This day is a gift of an ideal summer day.
Copyright
2013 by Shirley Domer