Summer has been busily hurtling itself along: intent on finishing its race and passing the torch off to fall; and it is a good thing it is fall who summer is passing off to because if it were anyone else, I would be very blue about all of this coming to an end. Fall, autumn: holidays approaching, pumpkins and leaves, cooler temperatures and better running weather. All of that is, at least, some solace for the loss of summer (marked by the first day of school – which, for us, will be happening in just 15 short days).
As we all know, the pressure to stay caught up (from a journaling standpoint) has never affected me much. If it did, I would never blog again for stress at the idea of all of the happenings that have, well, happened, and with nary a word written about them. I will say though that there has been plenty of:
(in frog costumes no less)
. . . and weeds
(I always love Mike a little extra when he’s weeding)
There has also been plenty of: projects that needed doing not getting done, summer goals not being followed through with, plans that fell through, moments (and days) of whining and grumpiness, kids dragging about in utter boredom begging “What can I do” and being threatened with chores if they asked again. There has been plenty of mess making and squabbling, and frustration and exhaustion. Not all sunshine and sparkles. But, lots of sunshine and sparkles. And all in all a very good summer that I am sad to see already turning the corner and running down the home stretch!