This weekend felt like fall. The air had a different sense to it, and some of the trees are starting to be tinged with orange. It was an introspective weekend for me; maybe it’s turning 33 (argh!) or maybe it’s the slow turning of the seasons reminding me of time moving forward, maybe it’s just the moon or simply the chemistry that runs in my veins. Who knows. And we still have two great weeks ahead! But I started thinking about images and details of this summer:
- Jack Rodgers, big and small
- Grace in Lilly Pulitzer
- Grace learning how to swim, and jumping fearlessly into the deep end
- Whit also jumping into the deep end (he doesn’t know how to swim)
- Collaring Taffy, the loud little corgi at Biege’s house (my great-godmother, who lives down the street and whose pool we swim in)
- Rose on the rocks
- Winnie the Pooh on DVD
- Little pink crocs, even littler blue crocs
- Popsicles dripping down naked tummies
- BB&N camp, a wonderful, relaxed, sunny environment for city kids
- Harry Potter
- Baby boom (Courtney, Christina, Bouff – to name only three)
- Driving a lot in the volvo
- Whit’s madras shorts
- Little mermaid swimming diapers on my little boy
- Swordfish on the grill
- Piles of sliced heirloom tomatoes with basil
