“The summer night is like a perfection of thought.” —Wallace Stevens
The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitos and silly people.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
One benefit of summer was that each day we had more light to read by. – Jeanette Walls, The Glass Castle
Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is for you
. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Keep typing. That’s what I tell myself. My advice to Millennials and Zs – in the words of Joseph Campbell – “follow your bliss” in your earlier years.
To Baby Boomers – follow it anyway – at any age.
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
Here lies Pip March, who died on the seventh of June. Loved and lamented sore, and not forgotten soon.
– from Little Women by Louisa Mae Alcott
And I’ve never forgotten Pip the canary’s epitaph since I first read the children’s classic when I was who knows how young. Every year on the day, Pip’s memory comes to mind. That’s how deeply the stories we love can affect us.
- “The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
Today relatively little Madeira is drunk in the U.S. Americans seem to want light, quick-drinking wines, and Madeira, which is heavy and must be sipped and savored at leisure, is like daytime baseball: a wonderful institution, made for the spirit of another age. Really fine Madeiras are today the Edsels of the wine world: a handful of fanatics hoard them and talk about them, but most people have never tasted one, let alone bought one.
– John Hailman, Thomas Jefferson on Wine
From Angel’s Share by Ellen Crosby
“I loved rhubarb, that hardy, underappreciated garden survivor that leafed out just as the worst of winter melted away. Not everyone was a fan, especially of the bitter, mushy, overcooked version. Yet sometimes a little bitterness could bring out the best in other flavors. Bitter rhubarb made sunny-day strawberry face the realities of life- and taste all the better for it. As I brushed the cakes with a deep pink glaze made from sweet strawberry and bottled rhubarb bitters, I hoped I would change rhubarb doubters. Certainly, the little Bundt cakes looked as irresistible as anything I had ever seen in a French patisserie.”
― Judith Fertig, The Memory of Lemon
Pure genius. I must look this lady’s work up.