The Mountains in August
What did I smell, as I walked home from rehearsal? Freshly mown grass? Barbeque? Honeysuckle?
No, no. Woodsmoke. As in chimney smoke. As in smoke from wood-burning wood-stoves, where people are burning wood, this very minute, to heat their homes on near-freezing August nights.
And I ask yet again, where the heck am I?
posted by Rebecca @ 9:19 PM
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Paradise.
Heaven on earth.
God's country.
The Promised Land.
--take your pick ;-)
This is the first summer I've ever loved. And it's over so quickly. . . Which is why I love it. But it's the first summer I've ever loved. . .
Tony and I were watching "This Old House" one time when the host mentioned, "This fireplace will come in handy for those chilly August nights."
I have been on this planet all of 37 years and have NEVER experienced a chilly August night. I've never experienced a chilly August anything unless it involved a trip to Sonic for a slush.
Chilly in August? Huh? It's 100 degrees here so I think I'll pass on the fire!
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