[Poetry bloggers can find the weekly reads superbly rounded up by Buffy Silverman.]
Our family of the North hopes for 80 degree days &
cools off with 50 degree nites.
But here in Florida we blister now until, October to early November.
A dear pal transplanted to Florida is not only under the sun, but also, gloriously pregnant. So for encouragement I scratched the memory of my own summer pregnancy days and thought of cool ways.
Teach family/friends to avoid speaking these words or their various iterations near you –
Forget that you like spicy food
Pop into your mouth –
washed individual grapes, spaced apart on a tray, covered, from freezer
same with frozen melon balls, any color; blueberries; ice slivers
A cold salad meal every day or several times in one day isn’t overdoing it
Baked/broiled/cooked foods can taste fantastic cold – steak in salad, for example, shrimp in salad, chicken in…
Move perfume/cologne stick to the fridge for impulsive wrist & ankle rubs
Keep a soft washcloth & small towel in a plastic bag in the fridge
Walk barefoot or watershoe-footed in water – the sea shore, lake shore, splash fountain, creek, pool
Walk on cool grass & in the shade of grandmother trees
Adore full moonlight & accomplish outdoors work during it
Adore the evening
Embrace linen without a worry about wrinkles – every breeze passes right through it
Before entering a parked vehicle, it should be prepared – windows down, A/C running a blast, dashboard fan on & towel on seat so you don’t stick
Sidewalks, pathways & roads are for walking in the evening
Keep 2 kiddie pools in the backyard – one for little ones & one for
Find books that bring you into the cool – GOING TO EXTREMES, COMING INTO THE COUNTRY…
Floating on your back in an expanse of cool should be the cardinal rule
by Jan Godown Annino
Water buoys beyond sun shafts
A womb of wet
Where have I gone?
Afloat in an ocean
Drifting in a pond
Lazing on a lake
Am I also somewhere else?
Free of Fahrenheits
Feeling more like me
I am the queen of cool
And what about hats you may say.
Patience to read this far is rewarded with the best.
Thinking of sun hats I felt an old memory linking hats to E.B. White.
Sure enough when I pulled a collection down from the shelf, I found a marker for a summer poem.
These lines excerpted are from “A Father Does His Best,”
connecting summer sizzle, E.B. White & hats.
When this stanza begins, the narrator is at Lord & Taylor & later will visit other emporiums.
“A Father Does His Best”
by E. B. White
Said I to Lord & Taylor:
“Hot are the summer skies
And my son Joe would like to go
In a big straw hat in the year-old size
Have you got such a thing for, for summer skies,
A nice straw hat in the year-old size?
Said Lord & Taylor: “No.”
copyright E.B. White, all rights reserved
excerpted from p. 73, “A Father Does His Best”
in POEMS & SKETCHES of E. B. White