The summer social spurt continues. Maybe the month of August brings that on: you fit in more because you know that something happens on September 1st: you turn your back toward summer cliches -- of biking, sipping cool drinks on the porch, of feeling the joy of a leisure thrust upon you -- a joy to be shared with friends, family, with the mailman or delivery person if it comes to that. And so I hurry just a little bit: with flower snipping (in my last days of lily abundance), with tidying up just a little. Ed's college buddy and his wife -- friends of ours and frequent visitors, even if they do live way out west -- drive up this morning from Lake Mills, where we saw them yesterday, to spend their next 24 hours over at the farmette.
Garden work:
(sweet peas, still sweet)
(guess what's ripening!)
Breakfast:
(The two singular strawberries are our haul from the berry baskets this week. Let's just say that they do not overproduce. But they're good!)
And the rest of the day belongs to friendship.
We order pelmeni for lunch -- Paul's Russian dumplings at the Oasis Cafe.
We bike, or we try to -- 2 on e-bikes, one brave guy staying with the harder workout, one of us left without a bike, but that's okay!
We eat on the porch. A salad with anything and everything we could find in the fridge.
We talk. Isn't that, after all, the whole point of friendship? To listen, to understand, to share.
We watch a movie. A comedy. We laugh.
Summer joys, lifelong pleasures, lived on this beautiful second day of August.
