Late Summer

I’d like to say I was busy doing some amazing things that have taken me away from blogging for more than a month. But sadly my only reason is it’s summer, and as much as I would like to keep writing every day, it is hard to find the time.

I know. Not a very good reason not to be writing, but it is what it is.

I have had a hard enough time trying to keep up with a weekly article schedule for a news website I currently freelance for. I write about kids and, in the summer, it’s been pretty hard to find them. They are at camp, visiting grandparents, on vacation, at work. Their schedules are tough, too. We’ve played email tag a lot.

But hopefully as summer starts to wind down, I can get a little time here and there.

Now that is a sad statement. Summer is starting to leave us here in the Northeast. I have to say, I am not welcoming it with open arms, per se, but it’s one of those things that happens each year and in a blink, summer is over.

But this year I am looking around to try to see the signs. If you do, you can see them.

Like the tops of the trees getting browner. As we drove home from a weekend in Vermont, we actually did see  a few trees sticking out in the Green Mountain State whose leaves had already turned yellow. At the end of July, this makes me sad.

My flowers are getting leggy from too many days reaching for the sun. They are starting to look tired. Just some marigolds and some creeping daisy things. My lavender plants have also lost their purple flowers. Could be a sign of late summer, or maybe just that I don’t have a very green thumb. Black maybe, but not green.

Other signs — I picked the two, yes only two, little tomatoes from my patio tomato plant yesterday. They were red, ripe and sweet, sweet, sweet! My basil is also flowering. Is that a sign we need to eat more basil?

We went peach picking yesterday, too late for blueberries here in this part of Connecticut. Peaches are definitely a late summer treat. Sadly the crop was not very pickable.  A hail storm in June had damaged so many of the fuzzy fruits that we got tired of wandering the orchard before we could pick any.

Another late summer signal — it is dark at 8:20 p.m. or so. That one always throws me. In June and early July the kids were up until nearly 10 p.m. every night because some light in the sky was still visible at 9:45. I remember that July 4 fireworks on our lake started at 10:15 because it was still “too light”, though I am pretty sure you could see fireworks plenty before it’s pitch black.

Other signs summer is ending soon — there are mums at the garden center. Mums. Fall flowers. They are green and hardy and ready. I’m not.

And the number one realization that summer is nearing its end — my kids are B-O-R-E-D. What are we doing today, Mom? That question came from day one when school ended in June. But now it’s I am so bored! We turned off the tv for our second annual August Shutdown. That may have something to do with it. Or maybe we were Go Go Go for so much of the last couple of weeks, now they don’t know what to do with themselves.

We went to the Cape for a week, Vermont for a weekend, one week of camp each, play dates to the lake, an amusement park, the movies and lots of other little day trips. I have more planned for the last couple of weeks of summer — to go to an art museum, a walk in a Sunflower maze and more berry picking and maybe a trip to Mystic culminated with a stop at the outlets for back-to-school shopping. Now that is a sign summer is nearly over!

The kids already got their teacher assignments and the emails have gone around by parents comparing who got who this year. I guess it is really countdown time.

Well, I found a minute to write this while my kids were still asleep in my bed. Yes, they strong armed me last night. Well, I found them there and since their dad is due back today from his week-long business trip, I didn’t argue and let them stay.

In any case, Happy Friday.


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