Telling time by the light of the sun

So, what ever happened to sundials? And I am not talking about those made-in-china polyresin replicas you see on the shelves at HomeSense. 

Every culture on this planet has looked toward the heavens to help organize events on Earth. As I attempt to recount and plan for the remaining summer days ahead, I am reminded that every moment of each day is more valuable than say, fine jewels. Yes, that means diamonds, ladies.

This summer, I’ve had the pleasure of watching the sun set from the extremities of the berry fields, to the corn field, to the pumpkin patch. My sundial is my front porch. I can tell time by the light of the sun. The moon. And the stars. There is something magical in the brief moments when the sun sinks below the horizon, the moments where the progression of time is purely visible amazement. The sun, on its way back in time; back to harvest—the same way I am back to bed. I digress; the looming pleasure is sleep.

Yes, I am on vacation right now. Hence, the lovely reference to sleep and the time for blogging—albeit short.

A charming quote to end this post; and particularly relevant as summer dwindles: “We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.” (Jeremy Irons)

Hope your summer has been filled with the magic of both memory & dream.

And that you too, have had moments of telling time by the light of the sun—and not your alarm clock.

B Jas

P.S. A good summer read: “Memory and Dream” (Newford Series) by Charles de Lint.

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