Monday, November 4, 2013

 
 
Looking back on summer's colors, I remember...
 
...long afternoons at the river, pinks splashed with sunlight...
 
 
 
 
...big sister carefully arranging violet fairy wings on little sister's shoulders...
 
 

 ...Pappy bringing gold dahlias for my table...

 
 
... coral chiffon, striped Keens and scraped knees...
 
 
 

 ...reciting Blueberries for Sal while we hunted for sapphire treasures...


 
 
...Wenatchee peaches, orbs of sweet color, savored and saved...
 
 
 
...his eyes so blue...
 
 
 
...his eyes gold-brown...
 
 
 
...black lashes on cinnamon cheeks, taking my breath away...
 
 
...Papa Jay, fading, but his knee-squeezes still bringing laughter...
 
 
 



...and just like that, summer is only memories, colors fading with the season's light. I am grateful for all of the firsts we shared with Mercy, for the gift of family close and friends traveling near, for long afternoons of sunshine and a bountiful harvest from our garden and orchard. As the days fill with school and sports, dance and music lessons, soup making and leaf raking, the colors are changing yet again. God is gracious.



 
 

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Each picture takes my breath away! Such a beautiful family, such great love. Thank You for sharing with us!
janet in newport

Auntie Erika said...

Wonderful/beautiful memories :)

Anonymous said...

Capturing on "film" and "paper" the colors of life - you do it so well. The seasons change so gradually, the colors and light changing in graduating hues...may the beauty not be lost on us. Why, oh why, do we want the black and white of hard lines, definitive boundaries, when color is so much more beautiful than black and white. Because it's easier? Must speak to the smallness of our selves...sure there's a profound lesson here, but my keyboard is too full of chocolate to write any more. :)

-Ab