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Very evocative - I think thunder in the mountains leads to rainbows.
If I hadn't grown up in beautiful western Washington, I think Colorado near Pike's Peak would be my favorite place on earth. Love the poem - especially the wistful last line.
posted by
Pat_B
on June 3, 2020 at 5:08 AM
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My brother once had a girlfriend from there, and he told us how lovely it is there. Love your poem.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on June 2, 2020 at 5:16 PM
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Re: sassyass,
I lived close in to The City from age 5-10, in Glen Cove, in a rennovated carriage house. Long Island's north shore had a lot of big estates, very big ones--the Woolworth estate was just a quarter mile downhill from our place. And we were maybe half a mile from the beach on the Long Island Sound. The road names were great... Skunk's Misery Road I particularly remember.
The middle of Long Island is traversed by one main road, a two-laner. In the summer it is one terribly long and slow traffic jam to get to the beaches and finally Montauk Point. My husband's aunt had a house in Hamptons, and a beach house in Amagansett. If you want to go out there, I recommend the train.
posted by
Ciel
on June 2, 2020 at 11:25 AM
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An interesting blog and a warm hearted poem.Thank you.
posted by
C_C_T
on June 2, 2020 at 11:12 AM
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I love summers!
posted by
Annicita
on June 2, 2020 at 8:46 AM
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I love summer and thunderstorms too.
My great grandmother came from Long Island. I plan to visit it one day soon.
posted by
Sherri_G
on June 2, 2020 at 8:20 AM
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Love Doves.
We have a yard full of gray Doves. They eat all of the bird food that fall's out of the feeders onto the ground.
posted by
Sherri_G
on June 2, 2020 at 8:18 AM
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Oh the fireflies. They will be here soon. They only flash their lights for a couple of weeks. I remember the first Summer. Wiley took my hand like I was a little girl and led me outside to watch the display.
posted by
Kabu
on June 2, 2020 at 7:54 AM
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Re: TAPS,
I don't remember ever going barefoot in the summers managed by my stepmom. Out in California, the couple of summers before, it was a given, though--including bee-stings in the clover patches of the front yard, and days it was too hot on pavement and asphalt. But summer evenings when the sidewalk was warm and and the air was cooling... Bliss!
posted by
Ciel
on June 2, 2020 at 7:47 AM
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Beautiful writing about Long Island Summers.
Summer to me always began when I was allowed to go barefoot. Mom always said the ground was not warm enough for that until after the first of May. Shoes off meant freedom it seems.
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TAPS.
on June 2, 2020 at 7:36 AM
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