No good byes to summer just yet! It's lovely outside! True, I'm wearing a hoodie, but I love my hoodie! I've missed it!
(summer, redux)
(fall arrivals)
(is she feeding us or is she just looking at her flower fields?)
My fears that yesterday was the last porch breakfast? Unfounded. We ate out, and I baked, and it was like that moment when you wake up to the wrong season and it feels like such a pleasant surprise.
But I kept my hoodie on all day.
And I did indoor stuff that I'd put off since April. A photo book that needed work. Taking a few minutes to visit with a friend we hadn't seen for ages. And thinking about recipes for new dinner foods. We'd been in a summer food rut. Thinking ahead now to Fall!
(annuals, belonging to both seasons)
Picking up Snowdrop is also a mix of seasonal and temporal ambiguities. She's in shorts, I'm not. She wants to read inside with me, and play with me (she has one foot in the big girls' world, one still left in her little girl habits) and we we do just that, munching all the while on warm muffins and fall fruits, at the same time that the doors and windows are wide open, even as the air outside is starting to feel maybe a little bit crisper.
All this to say that we're in that beautiful month where we get to experience the best of both worlds: the summer work is done, but the the autumn cold is still to the north of where we are. Wisconsin right now is having a mighty fine time of it weather-wise. And we are grateful.
