Archive for August, 2010
I love this time of year. I love summer. I love August, best of all, because it’s the month of my birth. A, I love it for the shooting stars. One year, my dad was out of work in August. A strange time of year for no work. No work, usually, appeared when the snow flew. There was no money for a birthday present. Luckily, Mom’s vegetable garden was fruitful, our freezer still had plenty of meat thanks to Dad’s butchering frenzy last November, and the hens were happily laying plenty of eggs, so, my request for corn on the cob, tomatoes, pork chops, and chocolate cake for my birthday feast would happen. Mom outdid herself that summer with the best, most delicious birthday cake I ever tasted. Having had only eight, and remembering just four, it wasn’t hard for this cake to be “the bestest by far”. Later that night, my dad took me for a walk. We stopped on a hill that overlooked the creek that ran behind the house. I was impatient wanting to know why we were stopping He told me to sit down, and relax, count the fireflies. I did what he asked, but soon gave up, telling him that there were hundreds of fireflies, and they were moving way too fast for me to get any kind of count. He laughed. “Shhh! He said. “Listen to the silence, and watch watch the sky.” Shortly, the sky filled with shooting stars. To say I was star struck is an understatement. I asked my dad" “How did that happen?”. Very seriously, he said, “I asked God to help me find a birthday present for you. Those shooting stars are that present. Happy Birthday, Cat.” Years later, in high school, I found out that Dad and I had experienced the Perseid Meteor Shower. Somehow, I still like my dad’s explanation.