Posts Tagged: beautiful august

more august, more views

Last night my girls came to dinner.  For awhile we had the rooftop patio to ourselves, which was surprising because as summer nights go, it couldn't have been more perfect. 

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.  ~Wallace Stevens


The best kind of summer dinner - a hodgepodge of contributions by all – what's onhand, what was at the Thursday farmer's market, what looked good at the little grocer's; Ontario's bounty is something I'm always most grateful for this time of year.  It's most definitely beautiful thing number 55.
Queens Quay, Lake Shore Blvd. and the Gardiner Expressway, looking west.
Queens Quay looking east.


I never get tired of the moon painting light upon the lake.  Lets call it beautiful thing number 56.

a magpie ode to a season grown up

Magpie watering can 

August I want to hide in you; to bathe alone in your ethereal yellows and purples and greens; and then float away with the Queen Anne’s Lace on the side of the dirt road.

I want to crawl into your burgeoning ditches and sleep away long nights while you tread slow, waving breezes with your arms, making soft kisses on my skin.

I want to awaken with your dew in the grass in morning and find that the new pears and apples and rhubarb and gooseberry and tomato upstarts have already started the coffee and breakfast which we will of course have outside.

Rubbing my eyes I’m begging now, don’t leave August.

I need you with your lolling boats in the pendulum waters; your mellow and rich demeanour bewitching, casting sunshine diamonds on the water and pulling warm breath from the rocks.

August, you are summer grown up; I have caught up with you.

I think.

But don’t go.

This is a Magpie Tale.  For more creative responses to Willow’s wonderful visual creative writing prompts, visit here.  Go ahead – give it a try!  Stretching your creative muscles is good for you.