In tangible celebration of this first high point of summer's riches, Ani harvested a huge beet this morning.
We don't have a scale, so in lieu of weighing it, she measured it. Then she carved her name in the skin, and carried it around for an hour and a half, showing anyone who would stop and listen. She was proud.
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Midsummer is such a time of bounty for us: it is not only Eliza's birthday this week, the Summer Solstice, the anniversary of the start of my life with Dan (17 years), and Midsummer, it is also the anniversary of our wedding, ten years ago today. One of Dan's gifts to me was a new volume of poetry by my favorite poet, Mary Oliver, and in it I found this. It reminded me of a walk I took this week under the beauty of an evening sky, from which I returned with a hand full of black raspberries for my love.
I don't want to live a small life.
I don't want to live a small life. Open your eyes,
open your hands. I have just come
from the berry fields, the sun
kissing me with its golden mouth all the way
(open your hands) and the wind-winged clouds
following along thinking perhaps I might
feed them, but no I carry these heart-shapes
only to you. Look how many how small
but so sweet and maybe the last gift
I will ever bring to anyone in this
world of hope and risk, so do.
Look at me. Open your life, open your hands.
I am feeling so grateful for this life we are having.