|I planted mums over the weekend. Shocked my kids!|
|First frost was Saturday morning. My 'secret garden' (all volunteers) got hit|
|My kids waiting patiently and wishing they ate before we left this morning!|
|Earlier this evening I could hear this guy flying back and forth out in front of my house. So, I shot him (with the camera)!|
I love summer, and have such a hard time when it's time to say goodbye to the lovely heat! It takes me a couple of days to 'embrace' the cooler nights and brisk mornings. Instead of having the front and back doors open to catch a breeze and cool the house down, I am wearing my slippers, fuzzy pants and a sweatshirt, and finding that any open window leaves a cold spot on the floor below it. It has been in the 30's the last couple of mornings. Yep. Cold.
This was our last 'summer weekend'. Sami starts High School tomorrow (did you HEAR THAT?). She will be in 9th grade, and Jake will be in 8th. Aand because my kids go to a very small rural school, Sami has to commute to the big town of Baker to be on a different school's Soccer Team (our school, North Powder, does not have soccer teams). Get that? She is attending one school, and playing on another's team.
OK, see if you can follow this: I live in Haines. I work in La Grande, which is 37 miles to the north. The kids go to school 7 miles to the north, in North Powder. And the soccer team school is at Baker High, which is about 10 miles south of Haines, yet, 50 or so miles from my work, and about 25 miles from where Sami goes to school. This.Is.A.Logistic.Nightmare.
I am relying on one of her friends families to get her back and forth (from North Powder to Baker then Back to North Powder) so that I or her dad can pick her up after practice.
This too shall pass! She has practice every single week day, from 4pm until 6pm.
But, yesterday, on Sunday, I welcomed Fall.
I bought some mums on Saturday, and planted them early on Sunday, before church! The kids were shocked! And, after church, I bought more mums, and this morning they again, made it into the ground. My kids don't know who I am (she who has great intentions but continuously waters containers).
My trees that were so rudely butchered earlier in the week are still 'home' to a bazillion chickadees. Thank God for small acts of love.
Sunday night I made lamb stew for dinner and the three of us watched a sweet movie.
And, today, Labor Day, was bitter sweet. I hauled my kids to Baker (after my speed mum planting) so we could stand and hold flags for a 21 year old fallen soldier who was killed last week in Afghanistan by 'green' fire. Our little town of Baker is only 10,000 people, and it is the largest city in our entire county. We left here at 9am and returned at 1pm. We left without eating breakfast so we could be there on time - the precession was over an hour late, but we stuck it out. No words can be said about this event other than I feel for his poor mother (he was her only child) and am so very grateful for his sacrifice as well as hers. Heartbreaking.
When we got home we all just did our own thing. I even made a card (see previous post)!
And, now, it looks like it is time to get ready for tomorrow!
So long summer.... it was beautiful while it lasted.