This afternoon, while prepping homemade meals for our kids, the wrecking ball of reality hit me like a ton of bricks. The chicken breast and steak were cooking. The water for the brown rice was boiling. I had just finished dicing up fresh summer produce. Blueberries. Watermelon. Cucumbers. Strawberries. All homegrown. I was washing the cutting board. The wrecking ball hit when Lisa made a simple statement.
"Next week I have a 3-day weekend."
Yep. That's right. A week from today it'll be Labor Day weekend. Yikes!
We got into a discussion about the seasons. Lisa is ready for Fall. She hates the heat. We've had a lot of heat waves this summer. I think the record breaking heatwave during her week long vacation earlier this month was the cherry on top of the sundae.
The heat index was 110. High humidity. Lots of storms. Power outages.
The extra cherry on top of the sundae was Coco's Gotcha Day on August 19th. I baked homemade pumpkin cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. That's what he wanted. That's what he got.
Lisa is basically done with the summer season. She's going to pick the last of the vegetables from our Porch of Produce tomorrow. She's talking about fall flowers. Decorations. My homemade beef stew.
She's ready.
Me...not so much.
It goes against my strict rule of not rushing the seasons.
For me, Memorial Day weekend is not the beginning of summer.
Labor Day is not the end of summer.
However...
I might just have to alter the rules a bit?
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