High on Happiness

Autumn’s official start may still be over two weeks away, but for those of us here in the States, this long holiday weekend marks the close of summer.

I spent an hour driving the back roads today, taking in the sights and saying goodbye to summer, and my heart filled with a sweet nostalgia for its long green days.  I wanted to live them over again, every one of them.

As I looked out over the tall rows of corn, nearly ready now for harvest, I remembered the excitement of seeing the first green shoots poking up through the soil.  The goldenrod edging the roadside reminded me of spring’s dandelions and daffodils, and I savored the memory of all the colorful flowers the passing season had placed before my eyes.

I thought about the smell of freshly mown lawns, and about the way the songbirds filled the air with their choruses at dawn and at sunset, and how dew shimmered in the grass in the morning.  The sound of the crickets singing in the fields reminded me of the thrill of hearing the peepers in the creek for the first time, and I thought about fireflies sparkling in July’s nighttime sky.

Now it’s time to tuck it all away in memory’s store.  Some winter night I’ll pull the memories out again and bask in them as I sit before a blazing fire.  But for now, I bid summer’s days a fond farewell and give thanks for having lived them.

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