“This was one of those perfect
New England dayswest coast days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.” ~ Sarah Orne Jewett
I’m sure the late Ms.Jewett would not mind the liberties I have taken by substituting west coast for New England in her famous passage,as there is no other proper description for this time of year, and this kind of day. The dew was heavy upon the sunflowers in my backyard this morning,and as I quietly watered the garden, the cool cloak of late summer air was indeed, bracing my shoulders.
It rendered a sudden feeling of anxiousness at the impending end of summer vacation and everything that comes with it. 12 days left in lovely August and I do not intend to spend much of it inside my house, but rather enjoying what is left of this ripe month with my kids. These are the days I revert to my roots and feel like a modern pioneer woman. There are blackberries to pick and freeze for the cold dark days of winter, vegetables to process and fun to be hand in between. I will check in here and there,share my photos and moments and hopefully a story or two will come from these next 12 days…but until then,remember, there are only 12 days left in August.Make the most of them.