A Summer Weekend.

…looked this like around here.

And it all reminded me of Mary Oliver’s wonderful poem, perfect for this first real summer day.

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean —
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down —
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

– Mary Oliver (from House of Light)

I hope summer is showing her beautiful face where you are, too.

8 thoughts on “A Summer Weekend.

  1. How very lovely. Both photos and words. Idle and blessed sounds glorious … Wishing you many more sunny happy summer days!

  2. Idle and blessed does sound pretty good, and now I'm also wondering if I can actually feed a grasshopper sugar from my hand. Something to add to my summer bucket list!

  3. I wonder if Mary knows her poetry is loved by so many knitters? Mary's instruction on how to enjoy a summers day is just as it should be. I think I'll go fling myself into the grass!

  4. Thank you for sharing these beautiful summer scenes. Summer is showing her stormy face today but a stroll through the fields sounds like a lovely way to spend a summer day.

  5. Perfect welcome for summer and a strawberry moon. Makes one forget the heat and humidity that comes with summer!Cheers~

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