Summer Seems So Short

Picking a little of our garden's bounty, feeling that autumn-ish tinge of cool in the air, and thinking, "Summer seems so short!"  Can it really already be September? 

Our accomplishment list remains mostly un-done.  The tree-fort-that-involves-no-tree is still "a piece of art", straight, cemented 4x4s commanding their little section of the backyard in an almost dictatorial fashion. 

Summer projects remain half-done: the railway tiles, obtained through much sweat but no money, still lie in a cumbersome but stable pile, not yet placed in their pathway position and weeds are unpicked (and probably re-seeding themselves at faster paces than imaginable).

But this is a GOOD thing, it truly is.  For this summer I have ditched the "must-work non-stop" part of myself and become a lazy lover of time with our kids and the ones I babysat.  We went to the park, biked, found dozens of geocaches, and swam in our "indoor pool" (in the garage - a topic for another time).  I SAT while they jumped on the trampoline, and occasionally I even surprised them and joined them (though I seem so much more trepidacious than they at closing my eyes and walking about the springy surface to tag them).

It's a little step, but it's something.  The weeds are still there.  The grass is often uncut, probably annoying to the neighbours.  The fort is "under construction".  The railway ties sojourn, weeds and flowers taking hold in their cracks.

And we are happy.