garden pickings slow morning dancing in bed farm visit first on the cob corn garden walk dissected milk weed late afternoon rainy day walk along the tracks
We're in the transition, chilly mornings searching for socks followed by a random ninety degree day. Fall is almost here, but I've decided to hold on tight to these final days of summer until the last of the leaves are green.
Our garden has been so generous this year. After being away from it for most of the summer, it's fun to wander back in and see what's growing and even where things were planted. James and Little Smith did a beautiful job of keeping it up but sadly none of us documented much of the success. We've been running three steps behind for months, and photographing our food just fell off the list of priorities. At least we managed to eat most of it.
Our big week of change has just begun, and I'm already exhausted but so far it's all running smoothly. James sailed through his first day of work, I'm currently trying to convince an unusually fussy baby to let me dress her brother for his first day of school (only an hour and a half today, so hopefully that's manageable), and considering I got about two hours of sleep... I think I'm juggling everything pretty well. Fingers crossed, it's shaping up to be a good week.