The word I wanted to use was refreshing.
This summer has been anything but refreshing.
As far as the weather goes anyway.
All these leaves.
Just fell yesterday.
I'm afraid we might be loosing our beautiful maple.
25+ days so far this summer.
(or so I've heard)
Refreshing?
Not so much.
And what does Jobe decide to wear this morning?
A hoodie.
Except the leaves are shrively browns.
Not beautiful oranges, yellows and reds.
The grass is crunchy.
We haven't mowed in a month.
I miss the smell of freshly cut grass.
My flowers are struggling to survive.
It's taking all their energy just to live.
They've got nothing left to produce pretty flowers.
And I water every day.
Wrong year for that.
Our new plants are not looking so great.
And then there's my garden.
Beans.
Dead.
Cucumber.
Dead.
Zucchini.
Dead.
Everything else.
Looking...well...dry.
Refreshing, right?
It was run over by a car.
Cars drive in our yard.
Not kidding.
There are a few plants that are doing ok.
But at least they are adding a little color.
They seem to be surviving this heat the best.
Oh, and asparagus fern.
That's doing good too.
The hood?
Really?
Jobie comes inside and says:
Pheww! I'm all "fweaty".
Can't imagine why he would be sweaty.
But I guess our summer project wasn't about the weather being refreshing.
It was about our family being refreshing.
I'm going to try to stop complaining.
And start refreshing.
Go Coke!
1 comment:
You are so refreshing to me and my little man. A breath of fresh air and cool water for my soul.
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