Summer’s Almost Gone
Been hearing the Doors’ tune in my head- Jim Morrison singing the hypnotic vocal: “Summer’s almost gone- where will we be when the summer’s gone?” (Waiting for the Sun Album,1968.) What a summer it’s been. Hunkered down, wearing masks when others shun doing so. Routines smashed, covid tests in short supply, results taking too long. Soo many deaths. So hard to comprehend.
The hummingbirds are fewer at our feeders. One ruby-throat guy is dive-bombing all the others when they get near. Beautiful creatures. The only birds that can fly backward, I’ve learned. I spied the last lightning bug a few days ago. More deer are feeding near the house. The horrific fires out west still burning untold acres. Whole towns burned to the ground. People displaced and dying.
The cool snap here is welcome after the hurricane. I feel almost guilty at the relative tranquility of our mountains.
I wonder at the students going back to class. Or those sitting at home with their laptops doing virtual learning. I remember the friends in elementary school I’d walk to and from school with. Or those in later grades I’d race on my bike home from school. The playground and gym were the loud and raucous, full of writhing, yelling kids.
I remember too during the cold war when we were given dog tags to wear each day at school. (I still have mine somewhere.) Practicing hunkering down under our desks during air raid drills. And especially the day when we had to walk home from school to practice the route our parents had assigned us. We were being timed to see how long it would take. Two of my friends and I walked through the cow pasture and stopped by the pond to throw rocks and splash around. Not the assigned route. My mother was fuming when I walked in the back door. She knew the reasons we had to practice those drills. They pretty much escaped me. But her anger didn’t.
There is a rarely visited section of the prayer book called ‘The Supplication.’ It’s attached to the end of the Great Litany. (Page 154) I’ve taken to using it during the early morning daily office. The rubrics suggest it may be used, “at the end of Morning or Evening Prayer, or as a separate devotion; especially in times of war, or of national anxiety, or of disaster.” I commend it to you. George Yandell