Here we are, August. August! I cut a bunch of echinacea and rudbeckia and couldn’t even believe it. What happened to the peonies? Scratch that. Where are the daffodils? How are we here already?!
But oh, we have filled these days. Some filled with the nothing that summertime begs for, some filled with much anticipated activities. Soccer camp, swim lessons, and musical theater camp — far more here and there than our usual summer schedule, but it has been so much fun and just right for this year.
What hasn’t happened this year is much [any] gardening. The grass is growing quite well between hardy perennials, despite the fact that hot and dry weather has left the lawn looking brown and crunchy. I’ve never experimented with total neglect, and I can’t recommend it, but a new baby in May has bumped weeding and pruning waaaay down the totem pole. The good news is I haven’t lost anything, and hopefully that will still be true next spring. There’s a time for everything, I guess.
Last week I decided on and ordered our books for the coming school year, so that means this week will see us purging and tidying the school cupboard once again. I’m both excited about all we’ll learn and dreadfully sad that our summer days will end in a few weeks. There’s a time for everything.
Old familiar tasks done in a new beautiful kitchen.
Evening walks in nightgowns and pjs.
Mama’s rug in my room.
Wagon full of beauty.
Three soccer players!
Enid’s regular activity. (Some days.)
Up bright and early every swim-lesson morning! So proud of just that, never mind the swim progress.
Cousins made it even more fun.
An early NOT swim morning by myself.
Donning ballet slippers.
Constant companion, growing and changing and more loved every day.
Mama’s rug. My heart might have skipped a beat right then, as a tear slipped through.