“Summertime, oh summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweet fern and the juniper forever and ever, summer without end…” —E.B. White, “Once More to the Lake”
Ah, summer. Here in the Pacific Northwest, we’ve had more sun this July than I can remember in the thirty years I’ve lived here. Though the sunny days have meant vigilant watering of the garden, the tomatoes—which usually wait until September to ripen—are already blushing red, and I’m giddy with their delicate, distinctive scent, which is for me the true smell of summer.
This week, I’m re-reading my favorite writers, just to make sure I’m wringing every last drop out of summer before it vanishes. I still love reading my favorite passages from Ray Bradbury’s classic Dandelion Wine and E.B. White’s “Once More to the Lake.” Also, here’s a wonderful NPR interview with Verlyn Klinkenborg reading from his most recent book, More Scenes from the Rural Life. He talks with Susan Stamberg about the importance of trusting our own observations and perceptions.
Summer’s the time for living in our bodies, paying attention to all our senses. What smells, tastes, sounds and sights signal summer for you? Please send us yours. Please share your favorite summer writings, too. Which writers do you re-read each summer?
Yours in ripe tomato bliss,