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My late mom's bowl in all its blue, vintage loveliness. Holding what I consider to be one of summer's most wonderful gifts. Cherries. Rainier Cherries to be exact. The embodiment of summer: Sweet. Juicy. To be savored as even summer should be. But not this year. Not this summer. This summer has been hard. Chaotic. BUSY. Fitful. Not to be savored. I want it to be over. I want to put it behind me. And yet, I don't. Once it is gone there is no chance of having that sweet juicy rest I so desire. As long as I hold on to summer; as long as I keep autumn at bay then the possibility of rest is still there. So, for now, I accept this summer of busy knowing that the chaos can't last forever. Quiet will come again.