With the temps hovering around 90 much of this past week, it’s not too surprising that I’m struggling to identify which season we’re in. But the pumpkins we harvested on Saturday, the straggly tomatoes in my garden and the growing collection of brown leaves in my yard are all proof that, yep, the calendar is right.
I will confess to being thrilled to have these extra days of summer to tuck into my memory banks when the weather turns chilly. I chatted with my mountain state daughters yesterday, who had spent many hours on a 10-mile hike that included seven inches of snow. They were quite envious of our good fortune but I reminded them there will likely be a day in the coming months when the tables are rudely turned.
For now, I’ll just send up a “thank you” for this beautiful day, turn on the fan and pour myself a glass of iced coffee.