Monday, August 15, 2011
Blueberry Summer Revisited
These adorable salty characters from the cold North Atlantic waters so remind me of the sweetest summer of my young life. The summer spent with Only Child Bobwhite and her parents in Boothbay Harbor, Maine.
Knotty pine walls, twin beds with chenille coverlets, a nightstand between to hold our latest mystery. Grey clapboard, screened in porch, pine trees casting us in shade all through the day. Pedal bikes with baskets, lunches in brown sacks, red Keds and swim suits, pine forest thick at the edges with wild blueberry bushes, a red rag tacked to a tree marking the path we needed to take. Bright green ferns tickling our ankles, clear blue up ahead, the Magdalena Hagdalena waiting in our very own cove. A light house nestled on ancient boulders that were the shore line. Lobster men could be seen through their wooden traps, colorful red and white buoys tossed to one side.
Our days were wonderfully slow and overlong. Talk of our futures filling our every moments. Who would we love, who would love us. Fisherman's Wharf our dinner destination every evening, the same window table, the same favorite meals ordered, the same cute busboy who visited my dreams with romantic kisses as I drifted off to sleep each night. Blond hair, blue eyed, lanky and tan. A shy smile my only offering. A summer's end with First Love pining in my heart.
Home again, summer nearly at an end, a letter sent to Fisherman's Wharf, a note on the outside of the envelope, "Would you please give the enclosed letter to the cute busboy with blond hair."
Summer long over, leaves beginning to fall, Blueberry Summer fading from memory. "Hello, I got your letter! I thought you were a really cute girl. I didn't write sooner because I've been getting settled into my college dorm. Hey, you are a really special girl, but my girlfriend says I can't write to you. Well, I gotta go now, hit the books.... Always, Your Busboy, Dan."
Blueberry Summer always remembered.
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