I love the passing of time

Jim just read this & previous blog. Told me he’s not feeling sad about my stories of the past - said it was nice & that he really liked it - said ‘I like hearing your stories. I hope to hear more’. Just sad about the usual, the end of summer (and Allison’s summer time with us), the bittersweet passing of time.

Joni Mitchell, as usual… The song is ‘Urge for Going’. How I feel about Allison’s having to go back to her mom’s at the end of summer…

I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky and it gobbled summer down
When the sun turns traitor cold
And all the trees are shivering in a naked row
I get the urge for going but I never seem to go

I get the urge for going, when the meadow grass is turning brown
and summertime is falling down and winter’s closing in

I had me a man in summertime, he had summer-colored skin
And not another girl in town my darling’s heart could win
But when the leaves fell on the ground
And bully winds came around and pushed them face down in the snow
He got the urge for going and I had to let him go

He got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown
And summertime was falling down and winter was closing in

Now the warriors of winter they give a cold triumphant shout
And all that stays is dying, all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight
Flappin’ and a-racin’ on before the snow
They got the urge for going and they’ve got the wings so they can go

They get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And summertime is falling down and winter’s closing in

I’ll ply the fire with kindling now, I’ll pull the blankets up to my chin
I’ll lock the vagrant winter out and I’ll bolt my wandering in
I’d like to call back summertime
And have her stay for just another month or so
But she’s got the urge for going so I guess she’ll have to go

She gets the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And all her empire’s falling down and winter’s closing in
And I get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And summertime is falling down …