Thursday, August 15, 2013


Things have been really summery here, lots of visiting, and lots of things to do. But that feeling of longing for the other, slower, seasons is creeping in on me. This is the time of year that I start to think about sweaters and jackets and scarves, and boots, and the joy of baking bread inside while hibernating.

 But also there is this sweetness that comes with August, with almost fall, because you know it's going to be over soon. Every hot afternoon starts out with a cool morning, and the sun is setting earlier, and the idea of a campfire is welcome, and not entirely ridiculous (like the one we had on a summer day that was so hot, the baby and I had to go inside to cool down, and we all sat about fifty feet away from it- darting in to roast marshmallows, wet cloths hanging from the kids necks to keep them cool). And also things are starting to happen in the garden, big things, tomato harvesting types of things, blanching and freezing types of things, Zucchini the size of baseball bats that must be turned into chocolate zucchini cakes- but there's no cocoa in the cupboard- types of things.

Ah- summer, so fleeting, and yet so intense, just like early childhood.

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