Wasn’t it just yesterday that I lay in an unraveling hammock of slow southern heat, deep in the mysteries of dwarven kingdoms and hobbit holes and Gollum’s riddles? Fires from a merciless afternoon sun lasered through the roof of twin Norway maples, to singe me with the kiss of Smaug while my book split open across my knees.
To this day, I wander in search of entrance back to Rivendell, resting under middle earth’s translucent banners dusted with dormant magic, while I raise my eyes to the same innocent blue of a child’s forgotten world.
From there I can feel my bare feet padding down old paths, knowing the way.
Suburban Satsangs 
Summerfeeling from the photo!
Thank you! Glad the photo conveyed that feeling.
At the risk of sounding gushy, I must say this is incredible. I love the tight interplay between literature and life — and especially the last sentence, the walk-off. Wow. I don’t know what inspiration brought the delphinium into this, but it was sure a brilliant one. Though there is melancholy, it is still uplifting. Thanks!
Ah, Maureen, I am fond of the walk-off. Perhaps too much, but I can’t resist. We just watched the new Hobbit movie and it struck me the other day that the delphiniums looked just like the hat Gandalf wears (at least in my warped mind). So I took the theme from there. Plus, I’ve been thinking a lot about my childhood summers on the farm and the books I read. Glad it is not too maudlin. 🙂
Thank you for your excellent, evocative wordsmithing and the perfect photo accompaniment. Simply stunning!
Hi Bonny! Thank you so much. The delphiniums gave me the idea, and The Hobbit has been on my mind lately, as well as my youth. Happy weekend.
“From there I can feel my bare feet padding down old paths, knowing the way.”
prose poetry to my ear. Very lovely, Tamara.
Thank you, LaTonya. Hope you’ve had a good June, and look forward to an even better July!