Joy in the Summer Morning

It’s August and in the eastern US, we’re having torrential rains, but though the skies may weep for a night, joy cometh in the morning, fat with drunken bumblebees and rackety birds and dogs who have to examine every clump of grass every day to make sure nothing changed overnight.  August mornings are the best in that last burst before harvest, rampant exhilaration in the sunshine.

How did joy come for you this week?

46 thoughts on “Joy in the Summer Morning

  1. Really happy about the rain. It’s been missing my corner of the state all summer until yesterday and my garden is dead.

    Happy that the kittens have all purred for me finally at 12 weeks. Rosie is the shy one, and she’d been uninterested in head rubs until this weekend. But now she purrs and cuddles (briefly). Mabel has been purring for a couple weeks already, which also makes me happy. She figured out that if she squeaks as if some monster were eating her, I’ll come running to rescue her, and then she instantly stops squeaking and starts purring for a head rub. Who could resist that?

    Now I just need a home for Rosie and Ruby. Anyone know anyone in New England who needs a pair of kittens? They need to go together after they’re spayed on the 16th. Pix at Instagram: GinJonesMysteries

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  2. Joy came this week by way of serendipity. Lost my regular radio station setting and in trying to regain it, instead happened on a tiny station that plays “oldies” music. “Oldies” here defined as from the ’60s, ’70s, & ’80s. Funny to me because it seems someone slipped the scale upwards on “oldies” stuff. But still, was a fun find for the music and the quirky tiny-station banter and such. Listened to music and did a puzzle in blazing hot weather. Just like summers of my childhood. Or apparently what I will heretofore think of as the “oldies days of yore”;)

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    1. Well, if my mah is right, that 60’s stuff is 50 years old now. Weirds me out that 70’s music is the equivalent of Big Band music when I was growing up.

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  3. The blackberries are starting – so walks come with dessert. After failing at meditation the other day, I did a bit of chanting and a Motherpeace tarot spread and suddenly felt peaceful. A local friend has asked me to design her small front garden – and my first idea of David Austen roses and lavender went down well (the house was built in 1806, and she’d like planting that goes with that. She was thinking formality, but the Regency was also a romantic time for gardens).

    And another friend has just bought me a day ticket to the Shrewsbury Folk Festival at the end of the month so that we and a third friend, who she’s also treated, can spend the day there together.

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    1. I love David Austen roses. Unfortunately our climate is too harsh (or our soil or too poor or maybe I’m a crappy rose gardener) and they’ve all left. I was saddest about Jude the Obscure…

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      1. Don’t know where you are, Corin, but I know they have some roses that they recommend for warmer countries; and they also have an American arm, which I’d expect to advise on which would grow best in the various regions there. I’ve had one or two that didn’t thrive – generally because I put them in the wrong place. It’s so easy to kid yourself about what conditions are really like in your garden.

        The most vigorous one I’ve grown is ‘Crown Princess Margarita’. I also swear by ‘Rose de Rescht’, which isn’t a David Austen rose, but ticks all the same boxes and is very healthy and long-suffering (I grew it in a pot for the first few years, but it loved moving into a flowerbed). Its perfume is fabulous.

        (Oh: got to sign in again. It’s making me do it every time now. I wonder if it’s because of my privacy settings? Though they’ve never been a problem here before; and I’m not going to agree to third-party cookies, etc.)

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        1. In the alpine area of Australia, in a ferocious frost hollow!! Hot, dry summers, cold, dry winters. I think we’d be ok if not for the random frosts. Winter frost is fine, summer frost is just not ok! We’ve had a decent quince harvest only three times in 18 years due to unseasonal frost (those three years were spectacular in the garden).

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  4. It’s winter in Tasmania, but joy came for me in the form of a week long trip to Byron Bay in New South Wales, where the sea is warm enough for a swim. So nice to take a break from the cold!

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  5. Met my new principal, he reminds me of Michael Clarke Duncan, who I LOVED who sadly passed away in 2012 at the age of 54 and I was so saddened by that. My principal looking like him made me happy. He seems to be chill yet ready to make changes. Also good.
    https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003817/mediaviewer/rm3405224704

    My kiddos start Tuesday. I’m both excited and nervous.

    P.S. I’m hoping my image that shows up is my doggo, Ellie-Mae, because I love her and she brings me joy every day.

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    1. Ellie-Mae is showing up as your pic, and a fine dog she is! Noble bearing. Mine had that air of nobility until within sight and smell of a large, aged cow pat…

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  6. Joy is thin on the ground. My MIL is terribly ill and I’m back and forth to hospital to see her (six hours away), for her sake I wish she could leave, it’s time.
    The upside to being away is the exuberant greetings on return. Stella shrieks like a banshee, Gretchen spins until I’m sure she must be ill and Alice brings the wiggling, whole body wag she usually saves for someone singing to her. Those three are joy.

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  7. My cat seems to be recovering from a bad bout of pancreatitis, after a lot of vet care. I’ve got oodles of medications to give her over the coming weeks, but she’s eating and moving again.

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  8. JaneB, I had to sign in again too, and I haven’t had to in ages. I’m guessing a glitch in the blog site. Sigh. It’s Mercury in Retrograde and I’ve had two people tell me that their emails to me (despite being return emails in ongoing conversations, and people in my contacts list) have bounced back repeatedly. No idea why, since others are getting through just fine.

    If other people are having to sign in again, Mollie may need to take a look at things. (And then if she could come to my house…) I also notices it no longer gives you the option to be remembered, which it used to.

    Small happinesses today, but I’ll take them. I took a walk for the first time since I hurt my knee over two years ago. Mind you, it was only a mile, and I’ve walked further than that at events, but this was a purposeful “I am going for a walk for exercise” walk, and I probably did it almost as fast as I used to pre-injury, despite having to constantly pull the silly knee support back into place. I’m trying to get back to exercising for a bazillion reasons, starting with the weight I put on that first six months of barely being able to move, and moving on to menopause and fibro symptoms getting worse, plus bone loss, plus depression. All of which will be helped by exercise. Now I just have to do it again. And again.

    The second happy was finally making a small amount of progress on the new novel. Like, two and a half pages small, but I’m going to sit down now and try for another two and a half. Then I just have to do it again. And again.

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    1. I’ve asked her to look into it. I think she’s planning to move to a new server shortly, so that might take care of it, too.

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    2. Deborah, this will sound crazy, but after I got past the menopause hit, my life has been the best ever (I hit menopause about 12 years ago.) Life without periods would be enough, yet I feel much consistently good and sex is fabulous. Now, if only health insurance/Medicare only covered Viagra or Cialys for my husband, I’d have even more fun. (My husband told me that Cialys is named after a Jefferson Airplane song. Heh.)

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      1. I’m in year 12 (I’m 58, and official menopause started at 46, after 4 glorious years of peri-menopause…so 16 years of hot flashes). For me it has been a mixed bag. I finally got to stop having PMS (yay!) and didn’t have mood swings until the last couple of years (and who knows how much of the depression is just the state of the country and publishing and other stuff). But I developed migraines after year 4 or 5–backwards, I know, since most women get rid of them when they hit menopause–and have intermittent bouts of pretty bad heart palpitations. Also a weird urethra issue that makes me have to pee even more than I did before. Sigh. And just got my first ever blood tests with high cholesterol, despite having a great diet. Plus the extra weight that just won’t go away. So color me less than thrilled. I’m glad it has been better for you, though!

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        1. Deborah — Eek, I’m very sorry for you. I’ve heard of menopause causing misery; that’s one reason I’m relieved that my case turned out well. I sincerely hope that these awful symptoms you’re suffering wear down.

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  9. ‘Rose de Rescht’ (among others), I do believe, served as inspiration as David Austen developed his line of Garden Roses. I grow two in twin pots on my side porch, either side of the steps. I adore them.
    Austen roses in California can be problematic — and I have all the stories. I do appreciate what he accomplished as a hybridizer. You are so lucky to have his full range with which to design. Yes, I’m jealous.

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    1. I grew one called ‘The Dark Lady’, Thea, which might do better for you. In his big rose book, David Austen said it preferred a warmer climate, but I stubbornly fell for it anyway – and then realized he was right, and it didn’t thrive on the Welsh Border. I’d just get a few flowers each year – tantalising.

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  10. Above comment was meant as reply to JaneB. When I’m required to sign in each time, the comment gets relocated to bottom of queue.

    Joy came as I watched a boisterous, spot-on production of Spamalot, beautifully sung and danced and, uh, emoted. Then, walking back from dinner Friday night, we discovered the new wine bar a block-and-a half from our house had softly opened. Yum for the whipped cheesecake with merlot gelato side. My husband was eyeing the pizzas. Finally I take joy in viewing from my reading chair our back garden – birdies splashing in the fountain, potted succulents, shrub roses nodding.

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      1. Spamalot did tryouts in Chicago before it went to Broadway and a very generous friend got free tickets and took a bunch of us to see it. It not only hysterical, but having perfect seats during a sold out run made it seem even more magical. David Hyde Pierce was amazing.

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  11. I had 3 days off this week – no one was at home, so it was just me and the dog. Made scape pesto (scapes from our farm share and basil from the garden) and bought a very funky summer dress on sale at a consignment store. Have spent the last couple of days at the cottage with my brother and his family. Great meals and fun conversation.

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  12. Heat has sent me sprawling over various pieces of furniture the last couple days, napping and reading. Happy I didn’t have anything pressing. Even today’s in-law-side family reunion was quiet – and worth the effort of traveling, since my SIL brought brownies.

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  13. I just had a 4 day break with my partner at a nearby mountain town. It was bliss! Good company, good food, forest walks, lots of time soaking in hot pools, and evenings relaxing in front of a fire. Sunshine 3 days out of 4, even though it’s midwinter here and the forecast was for rain, rain, rain and more rain. I needed a break very badly and it was great.

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  14. “Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.” That quote from the Bible always makes me think of “Anne of the Island” and one of my favorite parts of the whole series. I guess to say more would be a spoiler?

    Joy came this week from the simple fact of being back home and settling back easy into our routines. And naps. Naps always bring joy.

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  15. We went to a small river resort town, and floated around and n inner tubes. Easily the most relaxed I’ve been for a long, long time. Bonus: it’s an LBGTQ friendly type of town, and they were having a Bear festival -which meant there were tons of burly well groomed men with beards for me to look at. The kids were in a bedroom downstairs, too, so that worked out nicely.
    Second on the sign in thing.

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  16. I did all sorts of things that were joyful. Time with cute people, helping someone with an awesome hobby, spoke on a panel at a university. Woo!

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  17. The OP was lovely. I wish I could feel that way about summer. Ours is hot and muggy and filthy and I can’t get a thing done outside and the yard looks like crap.

    However, the wisteria had flung a new 18-inch tendril out, making a grab for the house, and that gave me joy and also amusement as I redirected it to the arbor where it’s meant to go.

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  18. I *loved* “Joy In The Morning”. I must have checked that out of the school library at least once a month in high school. sigh. (Along with “The Bride Wore Braids”). 🙂

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