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Can You Hear It?

July 21, 2010


If you listen really close you can hear it.  It is the sound of late summer.  It is the change that happens ever so slowly until one day we hear it.  It is a drone of sorts.  Its sound is not distinct, yet it is very clear.  The birds are no longer in a flurry of song.  Their melody has changed.  It is now one of pause.  A song of calm.  Sometimes it can even sound lonely. 

Even the garden sounds different now.  The once tender leaves of spring have given way to full blooms and deep green.  Some flowers are past their bloom.  The moist earth is now scorched from the sun’s heat.  The Queen’s lace blows in the breeze growing where a garden would wither.  The sound is there.  A master piece for some; a march for others; and for me, a lead into the finale. 

The last pitch has been thrown and the season of cheers put away.  The sound of balls hitting gloves, slides into home, a call out by the umpire, and scrapes in the dirt are all replaced by the sounds of chairs being folded and fields being raked.  It is over now.  The sound is so very silent.  It doesn’t seem familiar. 

Even the depths of the lake have lost their chill.  The gulls overhead have given up their calls.  Some don’t seem to notice the change in the sounds out there surrounded by motors.  But listen carefully when the boats have been docked and sun starts to go down.  You can hear it if you really try.

The harvest has even started.  The corn is sweet and cherries bursting.  The sound is the only hustle around.  The time of reaping is always a sweet-sweet sound.  The days of hope ended and the reality of the harvest here.  The days ahead a continual sound of hope for rain.  In the distance a rumble of thunder brings a skip of that hope. 

The sound of planning to expediting has even begun.  The vacations are being fulfilled and final plans for the one last hurrah before it all ends.  It is the sound of the final count down.  It is not the sound of until anymore but one of what is left.  The splashes have turned into a familiar sound.  You can almost block the sound out by now.  It is no longer new.  The sound is part of what is around you.  You will miss it when it is gone. 

The sounds will soon be those of longing for one more day.  Until that day, the sounds will go on and we will be glad for just the chance to have part of what we love of summer.  The sounds inside.  The sounds outside.  The sounds that begin and the sounds we know will also never end.  They just change.

Philippians 4:4

Rejoice in the Lord alway:and again I say, Rejoice.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. July 21, 2010 7:12 pm

    So lovely and poetic! I love the sounds of summer…early mid or late! I have been missing the flurry of birds, though! God still brings some here to sing for me, and I’m so glad!

    Our summers here in Florida are quite long, and we are only 1 1/2 months into the 5 month hurricane season. Hopefully we’ll have only a tropical storm here or there to keep us from drought!

    Love this post. Simply beautiful. Thank you.

  2. July 21, 2010 11:32 pm

    Awww…very nice description, but it’s so sad. Can’t believe it’s only 3 short weeks until summer freedom is over! Back to school! BEAUTIFUL PICTURES!!! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the pictures!

  3. July 22, 2010 11:53 am

    Vonda, my eyes
    are pricking….
    my nose sniffing….
    my heart heaving,
    a bit ~
    Just yesterday I
    heard it
    and felt it, as well.
    The shift.
    It’s been a summer
    of way too busy
    and I have learned
    lessons about too
    much doing, which
    I’ll apply for certain,
    next year….
    I’m heading to
    my folks in
    two weeks and
    that will be complete
    downtime and
    listening to summer
    in all her splendor.
    Loved this post!
    xx Suzanne

    • July 27, 2010 12:37 am

      Are you always this amazing! Every time I come across your writings, it is fascinating! You even poeticized (is that a word) a very nice comment. Awesome!

      • July 27, 2010 12:39 am

        That comment is for Privet & Holly, although Mrs. M. is very much the same way, it seems. I can see why you read each others’ blogs.

      • July 27, 2010 8:49 am

        I know! I do have amazing bloggy friends… but, you are included in that list.

  4. July 23, 2010 2:53 pm

    Very beautiful; love your style of writing! Also, great pictures…so crisp and vivid!

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