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30 August 2010

End of Summer?

Snapping fresh green beans for dinner this evening, I popped a raw piece into my mouth. Instant images of a golden summer's afternoon light washing across the back porch swam into my mind with the clean taste of green.

The end of summer... bittersweet memory caught in the flavor of a vegetable. August meant tons of work in a farming community - baling alfalfa and straw; picking beans, tomatoes, the never-ending-supply of zucchini, and peppers; setting up a roadside stand to sell the surplus. (Imagine:  fresh sweet corn in a baker's dozen - thirteen ears for fifty cents!)  Readying exhibitions for the county fair - whether that meant choosing special jars of June's blackberry jelly, crocheting afghans in brilliant colors, or putting the Girl Scout display together - were evening projects done after supper while the lightning bugs blinked their light spectaculars above the back yard grass.

The end of summer... was never on the autumnal equinox. It was always on Labor Day because school started the day after. We would haunt the midway of the fairgrounds on that last weekend of freedom, hoping to see friends we normally saw only in school, squealing with delight and dizzy terror on the Tilt-A-Wheel and trying to pretend it didn't make us want to puke our guts out.

The end of summer... doesn't mean as much when you're a responsible adult... until you bite into a raw piece of verdant richness that transports your thoughts to fragrant days of dust, freshly mown hay, roasted peanuts, homemade ice cream and caramel apples.

I'm still smiling.

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