That Summer Feeling

 

The snow is all melted, except on the high peaks and in a few crevices where the sun doesn’t hit, the hummingbirds are back, the house wren is singing and, best of all, the aspen leaves, the color of lime green, are just starting to uncurl.

 

At the cabin last week, just briefly, I got a taste of summer. It’s not a time but a sensation. All winter (which lasted into May) I had a sense of holding myself back, of having to deal with the elements— clearing a path through the snow to the cabin, making sure I had enough wood for a fire in the stove.  The first time I was at the cabin, about two weeks ago, and got out of the car without having to step around snow drifts, I started to feel that letting go, the sense that I don’t have to fight the world but can relax into it.

 

I felt it when I when for a late day walk one evening around 8. In winter, it would have been dark four hours ago, but last week the last light of the day was touching the willow bushes, the new aspens, and the rocky face of the mountain to the north. The birds were singing their last songs of the day, and I wanted that light to last as long as possible, to stretch it as far as it would go.

 

A lot of the summer residents are back in Meeker Park, and it’s good to see familiar faces, to see cabins being opened for the summer, and  hear voices across the valley. Now begins the easy time of the year, when nothing is as important as laying on my back in a field of waving grass watching the clouds go by or listening to the creek or the frogs. If only all of life could be like this.

 

Comments

[Barb]

Enjoy this brief interlude. Mine is beginning here in Breckenridge, too.

[Sally Hanson]

Summertime and the livin' is easy...AH!! What we all live for. The times when we don't need to struggle against IT ALL. When we can just let go and feel free to let life just be care free and fun for awhile! LOVE THAT!!

[Tamara Suttle]

Kathy, I don't get to drop by here as often as I would like but wanted to leave you a quick note today to let you know . . . . I live vicariously (in the mountains) through your jaunts to your cabin. It's a lovely escape for me . . . I live in Castle Rock - not exactly the altitude I long for so I imagine I'm in a cabin that looks remarkably like yours - complete with end-of-winter hummers!

Thanks for posting your journey!

Tamara G. Suttle
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