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The Rural Voice, 2004-09, Page 6PRICE, SERVICE & SATISFACTION 1992 DODGE 2500 REG CAB Diesel, auto, 2 WD, 4x4, amazing condition, certified. $9,995 2000 DODGE 1500 REG CAB ST model, chrome wheels, air, tilt, cruise, V8 auto, 2 WD, box liner, tow pkg. $12,995 2003 DODGE 2500 REG CAB 4x4, ST model, Hemi, auto, CD, box liner, like new. $28,900 2001 DODGE GRAND CARAVAN ES Rear heat and air, loaded, electric sliding doors and tailgate, low, low miles, local trade. $19,900 HANOVER CHRYSLER DODGE JEEP 664 -10th St., Hanover 1-866-788-8886 11. CHKYSLFP. Dodge Jeep Phone: (519) 364-3570 2 THE RURAL VOICE Carol Riemer Souvenirs of a bygone summer Carol Riemer is a freelance writer who lives with her husband and two children near Grand Valley, Ontario. "Summer is too short," my teenage daughter complains, lamenting the passing of the season, and echoing, in her discontent, my own growing sense of unease. I watch, as she puts away the lawnmower, and I think to myself how quickly time goes by. Wasn't it only yesterday when she pleaded to cut the lawn for the very first time? Has it really been that long since she used to play backyard baseball with her older brother, retrieving countless stray balls from our neighbour's pasture? Now, it's hard to believe that she's going off to university. "Summer is a lot like childhood," I tell her, adopting a somewhat lofty, philosophic tone. "You think it is going to last forever, but turn around twice, and it's gone." Usually, the subtle urgency I feel at this time of year has a great deal to do with getting the kids ready for school, impending deadlines, and preparing forthe cool fall days ahead. This year, it is accompanied by an overwhelming desire to hang on to those last, precious days of summer. Is it that time has become so short, I wonder, or is it that I am just increasingly reluctant to see it go? Perhaps, it's because I still remember summer as an endless, magical time, filled with simple childhood pleasures: hand -dipped ice cream cones, swimming at the lake, rescuing a family of toads from the lawnmower, or discovering a batch of postcards in the mailbox, sent from school friends who annually vacationed in more exotic destinations than I ever did. Of course, back then, we had our share of heat waves and rainy summer days, too. I remember a certain rogue mosquito that incessantly buzzed around my room for an entire summer. It finally met its end as the season subsided, caught between the wall and my new badminton racquet. These days, however, I try to concentrate on the good things about summer. Waking up to the call of Canada Geese, I listen to the wind rustling through the corn, and the distant rumble of our neighbour's tractor in the hayfield. In the stillness of a country morning, the slow- moving bumblebees linger in the chives, sunflowers, daisies and wildflowers that bloom along the fence lines, and a cloud of dust aimlessly drifts across the fields behind a lone pick-up truck, as it makes its way up the next concession line. Large hay bales dot the rolling countryside on the way into town where, on Saturday mornings, the farmers' market is in full swing. As the season progresses, I look forward to baskets of fresh peaches, early fall arples and tables piled high with mountains of sweet corn. I can never resist taking home a fresh raspberry pie or a dozen home -baked butter tarts. And, after working all afternoon in the garden, a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade on the back porch brings back memories of what I thought were long -forgotten summer days. As evening approaches, the sun meets the horizon in a fiery display of colour. Out on the deck, our creaking old screen door adds to the music of a late summer evening. A chorus of bullfrogs accompanies the nightly gathering at the birdbath, the days grow shorter, and a hint of cool air suggests that fall is not far off. Soon, it will be time to embrace a new season of country,fairs, and fall markets. Time to celebrate the harvest, get ready for school, and take in some of the local music, art and theatre festivals. And time, once again, to put away all those treasured souvenirs of a bygone summer.0 f