As reluctant as I am to admit it, it’s almost time to start being nostalgic about summer and start pretending to enjoy the advent of fall.
Can I live without spiced cider and cozy mittens? Yes. Yes, I can. There’s a reason for all those homey treats: to keep our fingers from falling off our frozen hands.
Since it’s almost over, it’s okay now to exult over how wonderful the weather has been without fear of jinxing it. Nice long spring, super-mild summer days, cool nights–we haven’t known what to do with ourselves down here. Where were the nights in the 90’s? Where were the three-digit dog days? Not quite enough rain, but almost enough rain.
All in all, the kind of summer you’d like to have on repeat. And the gardens have been beautiful.
The flowers haven’t burned up. The lettuce stood a chance.
The berries were happy.
I don’t want it to go.
To help myself get over it and move on, I’m putting together a post on the seamy side of summer.
There will be cabbage moth larvae, and plenty of them.
I keep saying it but are a great photographer. You truly are lucky to have such a life while us city slickers toil away in the polluted city. I could be happy with summer all the time which is why I moved to the West Coast. If I get nostalgic for snow it is only a couple hours drive away.
But when I look at these photographs it brings back fond memeries of lush green summers with humid air I (better than horribly dry air), great fruit and vegetables and lakes you can actually swim in.
Yes, bring on the seamy side of summer, so we can enjoy it with you. 🙂
CV–Thank you, you are so very kind. We complain about the humidity, but I think I would prefer it to the opposite if I had to choose. And, we take all the greenness for granted, too.
You are welcome Daisy. The West coast air is horrible and very dry. You age a lot here, so we keep away from the sun. That Mid West and East Coast humidity is really great for skin.
Beautifully written and deliciously evocative.