Ferris Wheels In August

August 14th, 2012
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The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year,

like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.

The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring,

and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn,

but the first week of August is motionless, and hot.

It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons,

and sunsets smeared with too much color.

Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone.

                                                                         ~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck EverlastingRead More

Reluctantly Falling Into Fall

September 2nd, 2011
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Early this morning I opened the front door to get the newspaper and felt a chill in the air that can mean only one thing:  the seasons are starting to change and I don’t like it. Summer is my very, very favorite season of the year.  It is totally the best! I know, I know, I hear lots of you out there saying something garbled about the heat and humidity in DC, but I don’t care.  Summer is light clothing, fresh fruits and vegetables and long days.  Summer is bare feet, freshly cut grass and beach time.  My thinking about… Read More