We are now fully entrenched in summer mode: the good, the bad, the sunburned.
It’s everything you might expect and are probably experiencing now: really long days, late bedtimes and more wet towels than you realized you actually owned. The days are either luxuriously long or painfully long, and you never really know which until you’re past the point of no return.
Where does the time go? Today ours went toward epic blanket-fort building and several chapters of Harry Potter. It went toward hatching plans for homemade ice cream, and then dealing with the fallout when the plans didn’t materialize. A solid hour went toward organizing two shelves of the garage and convincing the kids to “help” by carving up cardboard boxes in the driveway.
Another hour went toward a frantic last-minute run to the nursery before closing time so we could plant the vegetable garden we’ve tried to finish all week. As with any multi-step project that involves all five of us, there were cheers and tears. When someone dared to ask, “Why are we doing this again?” I was quick to snap, “Because! Because this was all y’all’s idea! And because I’m following through! And because planting this garden is probably the most optimistic thing we will do all summer!”
So yeah. Optimism. I’m stocking up on it like it’s sunscreen. How is your supply of it coming along?
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But wait, there’s more happening!
Beginning tomorrow I’m starting another mini-project on Instagram.
Similar to my other ones (#aweekofmornings and #aweekofevenings) I’ll be documenting #aweekofsummer.
Ooh, I love that metal tub! Puts my plastic pots with tomato plants to shame.
As for optimism, we just got our first pets, a pair of fish (cheers), and I’m really hoping they survive or well be right back to the tears in no time.
Good luck with the fish! That’s definitely optimistic! I have worse luck with fish than I do with plants. Several years ago we had LIVE plants in our aquarium…a double whammy waiting to happen.
YUP this covers it ——> “The days are either luxuriously long or painfully long, and you never really know which until you’re past the point of no return.” We left our garden for a week, and it’s either eaten or dead, but utterly unrecognizable. I think Jul1 is too late to start again in New England. Patience, patience, SPF 50+.
SPF 50, indeed! :))