|Can you tell this was pre-haircut?|
Have I mentioned what a tease the neighborhood trees have been? A few of them just gave up in early July when the rain clouds stopped coming around. And so piles of brown leaves littered the streets, an absurd picture in the middle of the year, and a grim reminder that this coming autumn may not be just what I had anticipated.
And my poor garden that I've only had a chance to tend to once this summer. The summer storms have finally arrived and our yard is green again. But somehow the "weed garden" task has fallen way low on my to-do list, somewhere between "burn old home videos to DVD" and "order a wedding photo album." Yeah, you can guess how long that's been on my list. The garden manages to thrive despite my lack of attention. Maybe we'll just saying we're growing wild tomatoes.
But we're enjoying other non-garden produce. Nothing says summer like fresh corn on the cob. And I figured it was high time Jack had his first shucking lesson.
He's a quick learner. Of course, anything that involves ripping and tearing comes quite naturally to him. And eating of course.
But that was last week. Today I lit an "Autumn Spice" candle and made chicken stock. Today we went outside in the morning and pretended like that's what it feels like all day. I might even crank up the AC and put on some jeans.
Today we're rebelling against summer, defying the 9 and 4 glaring at me on the digital thermometer even though I know I'll despise my August bashing self a few months from now when it's cold and dark and we're stuck in side. So just today.
Tomorrow we'll think of new ways to celebrate the last days of sunshine and our slew of guests that are coming over the new few weekends. Tomorrow I'll put the spicy candle back in the cupboard where it's been hiding. And maybe I'll just go ahead and freeze that chicken stock for a more soup-worthy day. Until tomorrow then!