This morning as I poured myself a cup of coffee I noticed a very bright and wildly sparkling red star out my window. Wandering out into the yard for a better look, I could see it was Aldebaran. I squeezed my old eyes together, and there was Taurus bearing down on Orion, who was cowering behind my neighbor’s ash trees.
The Naked Ladies are blooming all over my yard while everything else is drying up and dying.
But there are other nice surprises.
My husband planted several varieties of melons from seeds he bought out of the Baker Creek heirlooms catalog. He put a lot of time into making good beds for them and now it’s paid off. It’s great to see my family stand around the kitchen counter slurping up melons. If we can’t eat them fast enough I’ll be sure to cube one up and put it in a freezer bag. The melons I froze last year tasted incredible in January when the garden was dead and buried.
Another lazy afternoon treat is a big bowl of salsa.
Ah the end of Summer, the old panic sets in. In my mind I am still 8 years old and dreading the first day of school – now because I am left behind instead of going off alone. The world seems dreary and repetitive, the chores neverending, the days too short. A week ago I wondered how I would make it through another 3-digit day, now I wish I could have put one of those days in a jar, save it for January.
This lazy week will pass and the chores will pile up pretty soon – get the boy off to school, the flurry of Fall clean-up, and then, battening down for Winter.
For now, I like to sit and watch tv with the family, eat a bowl of salsa, talk about swimming.