Is there anything more fleeting than summer?
Question for God: Why, the very moment summer begins, do you begin stealing a minute of its light at each end of the day?
Good thing Lily pounced on it from the get-go in June:
I don’t know if we’ve ever spent an entire summer at home before. Actually, it has been lovely. We came to realize (apologies to Graham Nash) that our house is a very, very, very fine house.
With two cats (not) in the yard.
Life used to be so hard (March especially!!!)
But everything’s been (relatively) easy since we just went with it.
We baked. (Which, in our life is truly newsworthy). And when the recipe called for eggs at room temperature, all I had to do was walk out to the coop and collect two that had just been laid.
Gluten free banana bread for my husband
who so kindly gave me a summer garden:
Our lettuce is starting to look good!
The hens have recalibrated since their loss and seem to have rallied around Ava.
All is peaceful, but I’ve been feeling a bit uneasy about those minutes of light dropping off from dawn and dusk each day. We have to begin our bookish cocktail hour earlier and earlier to keep Lily’s postprandial frolic on schedule.
Pretty soon my little white polar bear and I will have to start sipping and reading dangerously early…
But just when it seemed that fall was about to close in and another season be lost to lockdown, there are glimmers of hope. Turns out you can’t keep Granny down! Her retirement community is allowing family visits for the first time in five months and what a wonderful treat that has been. Masks required for everyone but Lily but hey, we can make that work. It feels like an early gift for Phyllis’ upcoming 98th birthday.
So we are feeling ever so slightly hopeful.
And I have a feeling we will look back fondly on our “lost summer”. I know Lily will!