Out of Summertime

I’ve never seen days go by so fast

A little more sand falling through the glass

She was hot as July and sweet as sunshine.

Oh, she could’ve been mine

But we ran out of summertime.

From Out of Summertime by James Timothy Nichols and Jonathan Singleton

I love this song performed by Scotty McCreery on his debut album Clear as Day. While I’m not concerned about a girl who’s “hot as July and sweet as sunshine,” I well understand the feeling of running out of summertime.

My herb pots and columbine in June.

My herb pots and columbine in June.

Every year about this time, I begin feeling as though I’m running out of summertime. I know, I know. I have poked fun at my mother who used to get this feeling around the Fourth of July. Still, about this time every year, my tomatoes begin drying up and stop bearing fruit, the petunias start getting leggy, and I fight disinterest in watering the whole kit and caboodle.

The sun is rising sometime around 6:15 or so, which, looking on the bright side, allows me to sleep a bit later. But at the same time, I have to turn on my living room lamp around 8:30 in the evening so that I can see my way upstairs.

Even the foxes are making themselves much more scarce.

Here’s the funny thing, though. Once I get past the end of August, I feel a bit better. I actually like Indian Summer a great deal. I love the fact that the days are warm and the nights are chilly. Our backyard aspen trees start will start changing colors, and the apples and pears will be ready to be picked from our trees and made into delicious pies, cobblers and crisps. I can almost smell the cinnamon. I have a recipe for a pear caramel tart that I’m determined to try this year.

It really is just the latter part of August that makes me somewhat forlorn. I’m sad to see my grandkids go back to school, which – for most of them – will happen August 25. The good news, however, is that they don’t share my sadness at the return of school days. In fact, all of them are excited to get back to their school routine. That makes me happy. I will tell you that there was never a single time in my life when I was happy to go back to school. Didn’t happen. But they are, and that’s good.

Here are a few shots of my flowers early in June…..

Dianthus were in full bloom early this summer.

Dianthus were in full bloom early this summer.

Snow in the Summer. Lovely, no?

Snow in the Summer. Lovely, no?

Here is my somewhat sad looking flora today……

Pitiful.

Pitiful.

flower pot

So sad.

Leggy, but still pretty.

Leggy, but still pretty.

The good news though?

Football.

 

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