I have watched one gorgeous late-summer, early-autumn day go by my window after another. This is the time of year I love — these days when the temperature is perfect, and the air is crisp. I even like the slanted light of late afternoon. There is a sweet sadness about the waning light as we head towards winter.
There is still one indication that summer is not completely over. I hear it now — a lone katydid, still calling “Katy did! Katy! Did it! She did it! Did it!” outside my window. But the call is not nearly as peppy as it was this summer, and it seems to be all alone in its insistence that summer is not yet over.
Autumn is officially here for me because I have my refrigerator stocked with Cortland apples for eating fresh, making applesauce, and baking apple pies.
I’m sure I will someday think of this autumn as the one that passed me by. I’ve been writing so much, that the spacebar on my keyboard is starting to stick and my right wrist is hurting me. About a month ago, the editors at Herald Press and I made a joint decision that I should write the whole story of my young adult life when I was feeling so torn between my Amish world and my Vermont one. This also completes the story of how David and I were separated for nearly three years, and how we found our way back to each other, even though I was Amish and he was not. The reader will discover that it is only because of David’s quiet persistence that our love survived and that he is the hero of this story.
This all means that I had to write more than a third of the book in a month. Lo and behold, I did it! Now I’m working with the editor who is just coming on board at Herald Press, Valerie Weaver-Zercher, author of Thrill of the Chaste: The Allure of Amish Romance Novels. I look forward to working with her to making this book the best it can be. I don’t think I’ve ever been so focused for so long in any creative project.
One of the things that has been so interesting in this process is how it has involved going down memory lane. I have journals and letters from that time frame that helped me recall memories that have lain dormant for years. David and I have triggered memories for one another, and we find ourselves reliving many of these experiences. It is revitalizing to remember our young love now, as we’re entering the early autumn of our lives. We realize the part of those vows we made “until death doeth us part”will be a reality someday. And that day is sooner than it was when we were so young and our lives were stretched out before us. Then we were in the spring of our lives, with all the optimism that comes with being young and in love.
I am so grateful for all the seasons of our lives — that David and I were able to share the spring and summer of our lives, and that we still have one another as we head into the waning days of our summer. We don’t know what the new season will bring, but for however long we are meant to be together, we have each other. For that my heart is flooded with the joy of the unknown!
|David in Summer|
4 thoughts on “The Waning Days of Summer”
Wow, you have had a busy summer. I am looking forward to reading more of your writings.
May the remainder of summer and the coming autumn be long, healthy and filled with joy.
With each passing day, ’til death do us part becomes sharper and truer. I think it’s wonderful that writing this book helps remind you of the excitement and passion of young love. What a gift. You don’t often realize how special that time was until it is long past. I so look forward to your new book.
I can’t wait to read your new book! I’m a sucker for non-fiction romance. Well, who isn’t? “Ever since time nothin’s ever been found that’s stronger than love.”- Johnny Cash
I paid a visit to my mom’s a couple of weeks back. She saves everything. And I mean everything! My sister and I are always getting on her case about it. Anyway, she pulled down a bus load of boxes from her attic some of which contained items from my single days. Lots and lots of letters. I gasped, blushed, and thanked the good Lord nobody read them as I ripped them to shreds after reading them. They were not from my husband. I had no idea they were tucked away in my attic box.
Frankly, it was just what I needed. Along with the sweet sensual words contained in those letters was a remembrance of all that went wrong. The bouts of jealousy, lies, deceit, betrayal…the drama. Ick! They made me appreciate that lack of “excitement” in my life now and all the horrible feelings that went along for the ride. There was no pain in my ripping up the past. I do however, have a silken ribbon tied around the love letters from my husband. And they are in a special place. Don’t ask me where. I’m sure they’ll turn up one of these days.
Apples, fall, red, orange, yellow leaves, cool breezes, cozy nights, how I love the fall. I made apple pies, apple crisp, caramel apples, applesauce, and apple cakes. As I sit here my fridge is slowing down the decaying process in three bags of red-delicious apples, and three golden-delicious honeys. It’s all so very fun. Halloween is in two days-another fun thing to watch my boys enjoy.