A Sparkling Vintage Life

Summertime, 1894  by Mary Cassatt

Summertime, 1894
by Mary Cassatt

It’s August 1, and already the woods around my house are tinged with the tiniest hint of gold. Just a mere shimmer of gold on green, but it’s decidedly different from the blue-green of early spring and yellow-green of early summer, and reminds me that summer days are all too fleeting. In a valiant attempt to slow the progression of summer into fall, to appreciate every hot, sunny day, I’m dedicating the month of August as a celebration of good, old-fashioned summer. To kick it off, here’s an old classic by the Haydn Quartet, written in 1902. I remember singing it in elementary school–I wonder if anyone still sings it.