And August goes by in a quick, quick, slow…
Slow, quick, quick!
And it is gone and September busy-ness arrives. After such a summer, I feel the earnestness of autumn setting in and I feel a kinship with homemakers of old to clean up and clear out summer and move into quilts and sweaters. I’m not quite ready to give up the wonderful iced coffees of summer so I’m easing into that part.
Hubby went hunting and gathering yesterday to bring home some sweet corn unwilling to part with August and was told by the grocer that corn season was over. Fortunately, the local farmer is still harvesting from his fields and we feasted on August in spite of the calendar.
Like a great wonderful golden treasure, we found late season peaches for one last pie!
But September continues the dance of the seasons, a slow step and quickly on! And all the wonderful things of harvest wait before us, calling us, get ready!
Today I remember Mom…
I love the look of expectation on her face in this photo.
I met a distant relative and her first in person words to me were, “You look just like your mother!” And my thought was, “You had not seen her in decades!”
I remember “The Day” in my early teen years when Mom came home from the hairdresser – A Blond! I don’t think I knew anyone whose mom had done such a thing; I was a bit scandalized.
But for Mom, it was a perfect fit with her blue/green eyes and golden skin. She was never going to be grey or white and was always a bit dismayed that I chose that route. I had not the eye color nor the skin tone of a golden girl.
While she was known to take one aside and give a bit of unwanted advice, I don’t think anyone doubted her good intentions. She wanted only the best for her family and gave her best whether she made a favorite dish for a holiday meal, sent a special card, gave a word of encouragement, spent hours on a hand-crocheted afghan, prom dress or even a wedding gown
If you were excited about something, she wanted to be in on the fun. She loved life.
Happy Birthday, Mom, you’re never forgotten.