Good night, good night…

‘Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.’

Today was an absolutely glorious last day of summer. The sun shone, the ducks quacked, the fish swam, and I… well I ate my weight in ice cream as a way of celebrating the ending of a long, hot, dry, emotional season. I’ll miss the whisper’s of the sun’s warm kisses on an evening breeze, the flight of the bats against the darkening sky–in short, I’ll miss summer. But, damn, I’m glad its over. The stinking humidity… don’t even get me started!

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The harvest moon of the other night heralded in the finale of Summer. As I watched her begin her dance, I thought about the dance I’ll perform when my time on earth is over and my spirit travels into her arms. That got me thinking of a sweet song I used to sing to Chris.

I would love to look down on the people I love and see them looking up at me. Ernie had it all wrong. Living on the moon would rock!

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The trees are getting a head start on autumn. They’ve already shut down and are preparing for their winter slumber. It’s been so dry over the past months, so I’m not expecting a heck of a lot of color. I feel this little splash in the above picture will be about it.

I can’t say farewell to summer without a shout out to my flock. Without them, life on the Concord River would be rather dull. They keep me company and entertained, and I keep them well-fed. It’s a win-win situation.

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Farewell Summer, 2016. Thank you for the bounty you bestowed upon me. I am truly blessed.

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Blessed be :}

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About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm a single mother with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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2 Responses to Good night, good night…

  1. priscilla says:

    Hey I think i have that identical shot from some years past of turning trees. I was always worried Billerica would do something crazy like chop down the woods and build a soccer park or elderly housing across the river . I hope you always get to keep the million dollar view! Down the street they look out on an industrial park at night..yuck.
    I went to Billerica last week to visit some friends that moved there (, no idea why except they moved from Lawrence, so all things are relative. ) Sadly I could not escape in time to go walk the Carlisle woods before it got dark. I miss the great horned owls, tall pines, and corn fields of Greenough lands. They did say they own two kayaks so perhaps i can make it out on the river again some day without having to lug my own up on the highway. My friend said he goes fishing on E. Ave and saw otters on the river this summer, it was nice to hear they are still there.

    • tinthia says:

      Hi, Oh I wish you had stopped by. I have seen any otters this year but did last year. The beavers are still here. Perhaps the offspring of the offspring of the offspring ….. from when you lived here.

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