Today is Flag Day. We learn about and honor what our flag represents in our country, and how to respect our flag. I was raised a patriot – a lover of America: ‘Land of the Free, and Home of the Brave.’ I believed in the Grand ole’ Flag, and the pledge of allegiance. America the Beautiful and our National Anthem, the Star-Spangled Banner, still mist up my eyes with every hearing. Yankee Doodle Dandy was one of my favorite songs as a child, and I even changed the lyrics to reflect being a girl. I would sing: ‘…a real, live, niece’ – rather than nephew – ‘of my Uncle Sam’, as well as my ‘Yankee Doodle Sweetheart’ being ‘my pal’ to the end where ‘I am that Yankee Doodle gal’. I never realized it was just a boat-load of propaganda designed to stir up nationalistic fervor and xenophobia. Every nation on earth does it to lesser or greater extents.
A high wind is blowing all around as I write this out on the summer porch. Whistling through the windows, I smell cut grass, honeysuckle, roses, and plowed earth on its way through – the scents of early summer.
Although the solstice is over a week away, Memorial Day has always signaled the start of summer for me. Even though calendars declare that ‘Summer Begins’ with the June solstice, farmers and others close to nature’s cycles know that it’s really the half-way point of the season. After that, daylight decreases daily with our orbit towards autumn.
But I’m not to think about that now. Being here now is my goal as time tends to bunch up the older I get. I want to have my younger self’s sense of time. A leisure summer day could seem like a weekend then, but my adult life’s demands and concerns are often greater, along with the broader view of time that age affords.
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