And just like that, we are transported from the freewheelin' funlovin' carefree heat play of summer to thoughts of cocoa and woolies and the upcoming holiday season. To be honest, I have had my thoughts directed toward Christmas in theory, and have already begun the gift list and the knitting, but it was my choice to begin early and get ahead. I had not been told by the seasons that I had to get going and get thinking. Until today.
Last year, I was exhilerated by the first gold on the tree because it was our first year to experience an Oregon winter, and we wanted snow for Christmas. We were not disappointed. But this year, the spring was slow to get moving and the seedlings were delayed in growth. June was unseasonably cool, and remember that freak hail storm a few weeks ago that sent balls of destruction down on us? My tomatoes have only been red for four weeks, and my pumpkins have yet to appear on the vine.So, even though my wellies have their end of season holes and all of our outdoor work gloves are worn through in several fingers and Mr. Nature's pants are about to be relegated to the scrap bin, we have not had our fill of summer yet. I feel cheated, just a little.My porch swing still needs me, and Amilia isn't ready to abandon her bathing suit and camera yet.