It’s almost the end of August—almost the end of summer—the beginning of the end. As a kid I could hardly wait until summer; lazy days of swimming pools and libraries, going to the lake and playing with friends. Now, I can’t wait for the heat to be over. I constantly water my plants to keep them alive and battle mosquitos while doing it. Now I can’t wait for fall.

We have some cousins who we travel with now and then, and we’ve made a pact, an old person pact, we only travel when the weather is nice. We make trips in spring and fall and hunker down in the winter and summer. My joints ache in the winter and I don’t handle the heat like I used to. Old age.  

The neighbors have given us tomatoes and peppers from their garden, the kids have gone back to school, and the basil is chest high. I need to make pesto. This morning the temperatures were down to the 70s today. I plan to walk the dog and pull some weeds that are taking over the garden. It’s been too hot (108°!) to do anything but stay inside, close the blinds, and hope the AC continues to hum. But I’ve written every day. My lazy daze of summer have changed substantially over the years.

I ordered a fall sweater the other day in preparation for the season. I don’t really think summer is over, the weather is just a brief reprieve, but I am looking forward to pumpkin spice and sweatshirts. I recently made plans for a day trip to Norman in mid-November and wondered if there would be ice and snow. I live in Oklahoma and know how quickly the weather can change. You need to be prepared.

Enjoy the end of another season and this week of cooler temperatures, but don’t get too comfy. It’s not really the end.

What are you reading/writing/learning this week?