I am as unready for summer to end as I am ready for schedules, structure, and school to start. The fewer hours of daylight have become noticeable, and just like other seasonal creatures, I find myself instinctually preparing. School supplies are ready. School and sport calendars have been entered into the family one. I freeze quarts of green beans (my garden’s biggest success this year) and order a new cozy wool blanket. I add fresh batteries to the twinkle lights and faux candles that have worn down and sat unlit for months. Days are a whirlwind of practices, construction banging, taxi driving, and trying to stay on top of the dishes, laundry, and the crap teenagers leave all over the place. Loveys have been replaced by wallets and headphones in terms of things mom must find RIGHT NOW to avoid meltdowns. Adding to the irony, the very things they so desperately wanted to help with as toddlers, they are old enough to tackle on their own but do only under protest. It’s discombobulating to miss them while they are still here, but as much as I love these bigger versions, I miss the little versions of themselves acutely.
We went to Madison last week to see Hamilton with my sister and niece. We walked the campus a bit while Violet and I talked about the kind of college they would some day like to attend (in generalities). Abram starts his last year of middle school.
Jesse and I celebrate 20 years of marriage this week. The day will be filled with the kinds of things I wouldn’t have found romantic when we were married, but find terribly romantic now – help with a home project that I’ve been putting off, clearing out some space in the garden, juggling kid stuff.
Speaking of the garden, I absolutely came home and cried over those hollowed out pumpkins. I’ve had one successful year in growing them and it was the year I planted, completely ignored my garden to the point I had it ripped out and replaced with landscaping the following year. (It is a true testament to our 20 years that five years later when I said, “I think I want to put raised beds there”, Jesse actually let me rip out the landscaping and built the beds himself.) One of my community garden neighbors has an adorable little pumpkin set up that I think I’m going to try and emulate next year with fingers crossed.
Let’s talk some things.
Reading: Wilder Girls by Rory Power and I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid. They both were dark and intense and I didn’t like either of them. Right now, I’ve been reading a few entries of Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed in the evenings. I’m not loving that either. I need something fun and light.
Knitting: Two baby blankets (that are finished, but later than I would have liked). I used this pattern and this yarn and loved the results. I also have another pair of socks on the needles but haven’t worked on them in over in a month.
Watching: While knitting, I’ve been rewatching Suits (thank you, Marian for the suggestion) and the early seasons of Game of Thrones (when the kids aren’t home). Violet and I watched an episode of Home (Apple+) that we enjoyed.
Making: Last week I ended up making banana bread twice in four days and it never lasted more than 24 hours. Cracklin’ Chicken with broccoli from the garden. This salad with our garden produce was a perfect crunchy treat. (I modified to use 1 tsp salt it was still pretty salty. I’ll use less next time.)
That’s me. I hope you’re finding the end of summer delightful. I’d love to hear what you are -ing when you get a chance!!