(Or is it?)
I'll admit, even though the last official day of summer was just last week, I feel a bit like I'm creating a July post in October. Already, it feels like summer ended months ago. We had a late frost, but early snow on the mountains. Our dusted peaks are ghostly and ethereal, like they now belong closer to the heavens than to earth. Yesterday, with many thanks and gratitude to my visiting sister-in-law, I went deer hunting for the first time in 5 years. And, I got to go with my better half. It's been many years (ten? twelve?) since I've walked through snow and green-leaved aspen at the same time. Songbirds hummed and aspen quaked gently in a day that otherwise seemed to be holding its breath. Quiet, ethereal, ghostly. No deer that day, but my heart was filled with gratitude.
Okay, big breath, here we go, September snaps:
We caught a couple of brook trout. J bug played with them like stuffed animals until she wore all the slime off (it's on her shirt). They were dead, of course, but she pretended to feed them, "I'll take care of you honey...." We feared they would be mushy by the time we ate them, but they were as tasty as ever.
My wedding sandals. Ten years and going strong.
The kids ran back and forth between our camp and the river, all giddy and wild and free.
Turn 180 degrees:
Mixing "hot cocoa."
Sigh. I'm still hoping for an autumn camping trip. Fingers crossed.
Things I've been loving in September:
:: Some lazy afternoons at the park. And Hazel's ear-freckle; I've been wanting to show you that...can you see it? It's been there a long time. Not since birth, but a long time. It's a great place to kiss.
:: Indoor scribbling makes a comeback.
:: Juniper was never a countertop kid. With Hazel, it is often the only way I get morning coffee made. The little turkey.