My hostas sprout their flowers in late August. They are coming up. The flowers blooming bring up two distinct thoughts. Six years ago we were buying this house and all of my "new house" photos show the hostas in bloom. And; when the hostas bloom--summer is over. As I played outside with the neighbors this evening, I had to check the time. When I realized it was only 6:50, but the light outside made it feel like 7:30...I knew summer was over. When I checked the Richfield Municipal Pool schedule and realized it closed on Sunday. I knew summer was over.
August flew by. Of course, selling (six days!) and buying homes, attending my 20-year high school reunion out of town, entertaining guests, and celebratng Sasha's 2nd birthday helped keep the pace of the month moving at the speed of light.
Memorial Day weekend...staycation. Fourth of July...staycation. Labor Day weekend.....STAYCATION.
August flew by. Of course, selling (six days!) and buying homes, attending my 20-year high school reunion out of town, entertaining guests, and celebratng Sasha's 2nd birthday helped keep the pace of the month moving at the speed of light.
Memorial Day weekend...staycation. Fourth of July...staycation. Labor Day weekend.....STAYCATION.
