Sunday, July 6, 2014

Windows wide

We beckon summer winds and rain to enter our house through windows that stay open night and day, even when it rains. Not wanting to shut out the cool, fresh air the rainfall brings, I'd rather mop up afterward than close the storm windows.

This small thunderstorm poured down for eight minutes just before sunset, leaving dappled clouds and a neon rainbow in its wake.

Other sunsets sing a softer song, slipping by in a silence broken only by a cardinal calling me to come out and fill the bird feeder, it is dinnertime.

On Independence Day, we biked over to Historic Fort Snelling, only ten minutes from here. The old fort was built high on a bluff over the place where the Minnesota and Mississippi Rivers meet. The landscape still is a place sacred to the Dakota Indians.

The Minnesota River has flooded the whole river valley, and is wide as a lake. It laps at the lower branches of full-grown trees. I picture carp and catfish swimming through the branches upon which birds and squirrels usually perch, exploring a strangely leafy new world.

This is one channel of the Mississippi:

Back to the fort. We watched a mock battle between the Americans and British from the War of 1812, climbed the Round Tower, wandered through the store, schoolhouse and smithy, asking questions of the costumed interpreters. (That is my role. I always ask a bunch of questions, whatever the situation. Lee just soaks up the knowledge.)

I tried to capture the feeling of these low-chroma still lifes, lit only by natural light falling through the wavy glass. The simplicity and integrity of the objects and the materials from which they are wrought brought me such a feeling of satisfaction: Iron. Wood. Brick. Ink. Paper. Tin.

I like the variety and shapes of them; each unique, handmade, fashioned for usefulness.

Each also laden with a long story in human history, each given a simple name. (Bowl, from which human persons eat. Bucket, in which we carry water. Barrel, in which food is stored through long winters. Bellows. Chair. Plate. Spoon. Latch.)

After a picnic lunch from the food truck, it was time to bike home, on a path that ran through swaths of waving grasses and wildflowers.

Out there, in this field? This is where the chokecherries are putting down roots.


A monarch butterfly flitted by the porch window yesterday and out I rushed, just in time to see her touch down on one of the butterfly weeds in the butterfly garden. An affirmation, I thought. "Certified Wildlife Habitat" is not very meaningful without the wildlife, after all. But now my humble plot has been awarded the Butterfly Seal of Approval.


There comes a time each July when summer takes a fierce turn, and open windows do more to heat the house than cool it.

So it was today. A hot, humid wind gusted from the south. Overnight the air, heavy with moisture, wilted a couple of greeting cards tucked around a window frame in my room, making them droop upon themselves like plucked daisies.

As the morning progressed, Stazi Lu deserted her window perch and retreated to the basement to find a cooler spot for napping.

Juni trotted over every time I cracked open the refrigerator, poking her head in the door, ready to climb in and take her chances.

And this northern girl, who loves nothing more than a cool, crisp day in the 60s, said UNCLE.

So Lee lugged up the air conditioner from the basement.

(A ritual chore always carried out when temperature plus dewpoint add up to "steambath of the damned." O noble husband, Keeper of the Coolness and Bringer Home of Ice Cream, we thank you.)

Summer, you keep being summer. Keep shining that golden sunset light through my west windows, open or closed. Keep bushing out the butterfly flowers and feeding the meadow grasses.

We shall rest in the shade, stirring only when the sun sinks to the horizon, then take to the streets at dusk like Italians, the better to admire your golden-edged clouds, your gentle evening breezes that ruffle our skirts about our legs softly, like a goodnight caress.


  1. It's such a beautiful place there--you were able to capture the quality of the light. The fluff cat in the window is a sure sign of good weather. But it sounds like it's very hot & humid. I only open the windows now when it rains, which isn't often here. I bought a one-way ticket to Minnesota, but feel I'd be crazy to go there with so little money, so I might wait an extra 6 weeks or so and try and find some dosh meantime. I put in my notice in my over-priced slum and will go to a temporary lower-priced slum till I squirrel some pennies. Or I might get on that plane anyway. We'll see. As Peter S. Beagle says in 'The Last Unicorn':
    Who has choices need not choose:
    We must who have none.
    We can keep but what we lose;
    What is gone is gone.
    That butterfly was coming to see you: it was one of the ones you raised a while ago I think. Always glad to see a post from you.

    1. I'm glad you wrote--I've been thinking about you and your journey to northern climes. It is in the 80s so not terribly hot, but it is sticky with all this rain. (Just had another thunderer pass through.) Wherever and whenever you land, I hope you find a place where you can feel welcome and at home. Safe journeys, my friend!

  2. oh, Carmine I left a long comment and it is gone. Testing now...

    1. Well, it appears to be gone. I'd just written some of my experiences with unbearable heat (S. Florida, no AC, all of childhood) and how wonderful it is to be able to enjoy summer more once inside, cool, dry. We're like deer and bunnies and fae now, only leaving in the morning and evening times. And I hope the rest of your summer is wonderful. Thank you for sharing this, and your beautiful photos, as well.

  3. Hope all is well with you, dear Carmine!

    1. Bless your heart. I am well, my lovely. Words have just been difficult to pry out of myself, for whatever reason. I hope you have been creating powerful artifacts involving wolves and goddesses and serpents. xo

  4. good to hear Carmine. I look forward to your writing again, but I understand if it may be a while. Yes, there is creating... more reindeer, squirrels, and foxes for the time being.. sending lots of love.


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