Summertime…and the Living is Easy…

Hi Jack,

Incidentally? This is my favourite summer song. It’s sung by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. It always makes me think of summer.

This summer is completely different, isn’t it? We are used to living in the suburbs…hot days with the blow up pool in the backyard, avoiding the dog poop and squashed tomatoes.  The sweet, cool, air conditioning and Copa barking across the street and Jim’s stinky wood stove/fire pit next door. And now? Now we’re out in the country where all we can hear are birds chittering (the wren in the next out front), the robins calling their babes to come home at night, the high pitched ‘peeruuuuweee’ of the goldfinch.  The wind in the leaves of the manitoba maples surrounding the house (Bertha, Betty, Beatrice, Brittany, Barb and Brenda) and sometimes if it’s quiet and the river is high, you can hear the little waterfall at the top of the swimming pool. You can see the pinky sun setting every night at the top of the hill. It is so beautiful here.

This summer I am paying you to kill bugs in my vegetable garden. Do you remember that?  You were mowing one day (incidentally, you and I love mowing with reel mowers. You throw on Adventures in Odyssey on your headphones and go for hours) and you started getting weirded out by these bugs landing on you. It took me five days to figure out they were rose chafers. And they were devouring my beans. So now you go out, wearing your leather gloves, and catch them and throw them into a bucket full of soapy water. Ew.  And now the colorado potato beetle has come. Sigh. But you’re doing it. And you’re tough about it.

Your dad built a raft yesterday – out of a piece of plywood on top of two inner tubes. We padded up our creek to the pool and you got to jump off it, repeatedly. Oh, the joy on your face.  You didn’t even care that you were kicking up old weeds or that you had a small leach on your ankle.  That matters so much to me. That you can find joy in simple pleasures of swimming in a mud creek and mowing.  You’re truly turning into your dad. I love that. Your dad is an incredible man.

Today you’re helping cut trees. You have been dubbed the ‘bush-dragging beast’. And you work so hard for your money. I’m so proud. You’re tough. Did you  know that?


I think you’re the bees’ knees, kid.