Dreaming the World

A hot, humid late mid-summer day. After weeks of off and on rain, this week is forecast to be mostly dry. We had little rain last week, although rain had been forecast, so this week’s dry spell inevitably reminds of of the drought of recent years.

A couple of weeks ago Jennie and I traveled over to Providence to see River Fire for the first time. Although we arrived early, finding a good viewing spot was not easy. Jennie managed to find a Middle Eastern food truck with a manageable line and very good, affordable food which we enjoyed as we waiting for twilight and River Fire. All-in-all we had a memorable time and plan to return later in the summer; next time we will know a lot more about how to navigate this very crowded event.

Closer to home, I visited the garden briefly this morning, mostly to shut the gate. We’ve heard cicadas for about a week; this morning, in the garden, I heard the first cricket, fiddling loudly. I love the clear, sweet sounds of the crickets which remind me of so many haiku and long summer nights.

I’m writing from my desk, surrounded by electronic musical gear which I continue to learn. Earlier I was in the studio where I organized an order of large drawing paper: as always, the order came with too much packaging, or rather, too much plastic packaging. Art supply companies really should know better.

I’m looking out across the boundary wall and the field, although this time of year the view is obscured by the line of trees that borders the field. The other evening Nori and I were watching birds from inside the screen porch when a beautiful doe stopped by, watched us for a while, then sauntered off down the swale. Nori wasn’t interested after the first minute or so, deer being way to big for a cat to predate, but I felt blessed, even as the doe munched on a few of the plants in our wildflower bed.