Aw, I'm not just having a go at you, I'm making fun of me too ... We all know consumerism & American holidays are snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be, so we may as well get something back for it, right?
As I sat in the dark morning hours listening to the fog horns from the passing cargo ships blow through my sleepy little bay, all I could think about was the rain mere hours away (that won't stop until next May June July). This piece of information has had me in quite a state ... You know when something vibrates so fast that it appears to be still? That's pretty much how I spent this entire past week. I am working my way through my massive to-do list, but my head is whirring and zinging, and even though things are getting done, it doesn't really look, or feel like it. The most potentially paralyzing aspect of this week, as I feel myself slipping into the comfy coping mechanism of procrastination, has been that this isn't even my end-of-season to-do list, this is just all the junk that needs to get done now because I don't have a garage, or barn, or lean-to, or even a SunSetter retractable awning to work under during the swiftly approaching deluge. I still have my to-do list, the one full of all the things that can be done in the rain that I am already completely dreading. I'm trying to finish the season strong so I have as few of the rainy day tasks as possible, but I know I'm still going to spend at least part of this Fall as a drowned rat.
Meanwhile in the back yard, the playpen is hopping! My dahlias are finally, finally, finally blooming, and with the explosion of color, some new babies are arriving as a result of last year's matchmaking program. It's been a long slog to this point, and so often it just felt like it was never going to happen this year, so in celebration I thought I'd share a little of what's going on back there.
And the Audacity of This Bitch.
How was your Summer? Mine? Pretty weird, to be perfectly honest, which is kind of becoming the common theme around here. So, I guess that means it's not actually weird anymore, but then again, just because a thing begins to happen on a regular basis, it is by no means a reason to accept it as normal, so there's that ... But also, of course, sometimes you just need a laugh, and I suppose it's been good for that.
