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Sounds of summer (sigh)

gorey%20summons.jpg Fresh air through open windows, like a crate of air-shipped grapefruits, has arrived to tantalize me with sensory suggestions of other times and places...places besides Brooklyn in January. It's about 60 degrees out there, and while I have a few bulbs left to plant, I've been actually afraid to go out in the garden, for fear of some permanent derangement that would result in my rolling in just-thawed mud like a retriever. (I am reminded of an English eccentric--surely one of the Sitwells--who had to be blindfolded while driving through particularly exquisite scenery, so as not to overexcite his delicate nervous temperament.)

But more than the feel of a temperate breeze, it's the acoustics of flung-open windows that make me ache with yearning for summer.  Along with a respite from banging pipes and hissing radiators, today has been a reminder of how muffled and isolated we become as we hunker down under winter skies. I hear the voices of children hooting at dismissal from the school across  the street...sirens passing...starlings whooping it up. The world flows in and out of consciousness on this vivid soundtrack, inviting me to come outside (or at least stick my head out).

Slamming our big old windows shut will hurt after today. After this "foretaste of Spring," there are, gee, only 8 more months of winter, right? I mean, at least 7 weeks of March, at least... 

Image: Edward Gorey, The Disrespectful Summons

Posted on Tuesday, January 8, 2008 at 02:54PM by Registered CommenterBrenda from Brooklyn | Comments5 Comments

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...rolling in just-thawed mud like a retriever!

Great line in an extremely well written post. And this weather has me looking for the Good Humor man.
January 10, 2008 at 03:22PM | Unregistered CommenterRob Lenihan
The sounds of summer coming in through open windows is a primary reason why I avoid running the air conditioning. It seems wrong and artificial to seal oneself up in a box just when things are opening up outside.
January 12, 2008 at 03:52AM | Unregistered CommenterKate H.
And now it is over. But it sure was nice while it lasted, wasn't it?
January 13, 2008 at 12:59AM | Unregistered Commenterannulla
Grapefruit is the best from January to early March-- don't know why and don't care. Thanks for the subliminal hint.
January 15, 2008 at 10:33PM | Unregistered CommenterRinjo Njori
I share your longing for summer. I was born and raised in tropical weather - and I love the warm summer heat, the freedom to be rid of so many layers of clothes, going to the beach, and enjoying ice cold iced tea to ease a parched throat. Love your descriptions.
January 16, 2008 at 01:41PM | Unregistered CommenterBeautiful Area Rugs

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