As the temperature gets cooler at night, I am reminded that this wonderful summer season will one day be over, nothing but pictures and memories. This serves as a call to action, to lap up every last bit of summer before school starts after labour day and before our cool weather gear comes up from the basement.
The other day for lunch we ate rice pasta with tomatoes and basil from our backyard, and I thought to myself, "Isn't it so great that we can do this?" Then I thought how we wouldn't need to put an end to summer if we just lived in California all year long. Of course, the warm rapture of summer winds wouldn't be quite so savoury if they came year-round.
I picked a bouquet of marigolds for the girls' snack/craft table, and noticed again how the opportunity to surround ourselves with summer's bounty is a gift.
I see colour everywhere I look, conscious that once again, those hues will be replaced with muted blues, greys and whites. I see opportunities for summer afternoon pool floats, last chances to walk to Dairy Queen for ice cream, a couple of weeks left to hit up our fave beaches. I see it all fleeting and fading and want to grasp at it, touch it one last time.
"It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a home-grown tomato." - Lewis Gizzard, Journalist 1946-1994