I'm gonna miss this...

September is blowing it's chilly breezes here...I am in love with the crisp air and clear blue,blue sky.  But, summer, you are going to be missed extravagantly.  I loved our summer...extraordinarily warm for the north and just all around beautiful.  A few of the small ones in the family learned to swim because we actually had weather warm enough to swim in.  If the whole year around would be as lovely as summer is here, we would have died and gone to Heaven.  It's just that great!

We splashed in the lake...our town is perched on the edge of an amazing lake and someday *fingers crossed* it would be amazing to actually own a little lakefront property.  Not like we'd deserve it or anything. :)

We watched amazing little parades in town.  Some of them even lined up right in our front yard.  The firemans parade was our all-time favorite... a full 70 minutes of local fire equipment, crazy floats and school bands.  We love that we can sit on the curb, collect candy and wave fiercely at anyone we know marching in the parade.

Naps in the hammock.  We sure do love our backyard.  Even though we've got close neighbors our yard has carved out it's own sanctuary of space.  I've had so many hours of glorious digging around back there and the gardens, etc. are starting to feel like "me".

Not only are we going to miss the yard, but our other favorite spot is the front screened porch.  This little porch looks out over the street and Myron and i loved sitting here after the kiddos were tucked away for the night.  Watching the neighborhood life at dusk, quiet moments at sunrise, enjoying a cup of coffee, and hollering at friendly passerby.  Next year, dear porch, you will receive a new coat of paint and be more glorious than ever.

 Now that summer has ended, we are back in the thick of learning.  Book learning, and learning how to co-habitate (is that even a word?) in a house with fewer days to roam free outside.  A friend said it's like herding cats and I agree.  Some days we love on each other and other days there is nothing left but hair balls and tails.  We will survive. 
Jo