As I drove home from work the other day, I noticed that one lone tree in the center of town has a smidgen of red on its top. Instead of making me sad, I decided to redouble my efforts to wring dry every drop of summer. Also in response, my August Seventeens went back to storage and I bought a stone-colored denim skirt to wear with my relaxed tee shirts on the weekend. It's unusual for me to buy something new this late in the season but I am determined to live this summer to the very end. In stone-cold January, I will thank myself.
I am guessing this image was taken in the 60's. I adore the crisp white pants, the bright print shirt, and especially, the whimsical bow hat. Our model pulled out all the stops to go painting on the beach. Making summer last means pulling out some stops too - making salads with native tomatoes and corn, eating ice cream, and drinking gallons of homemade iced tea. As much as my new skirt sounds rather dull, don't expect me to settle into pre-fall drab right now - I'm all about my colorful dresses, white jeans, jeweled sandals and my beribboned beach hats.
Last night at our summer theater, I spotted a fellow believer. She wore a delightful sleeveless vintage gown in creamy mint sherbet with a chiffon overlay that trailed behind her. Around her waist was a belt made of tiny seashells that matched the two bracelets on her left wrist. And tucked behind her ear was a huge tropical lily. Talk about embracing the season - she was not a day younger than 91. And although she needed help walking to her seat, a few glimpses her way told me she enjoyed the show very much - the smile never left her face.
In the winter of life, she is still wringing summer dry.
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