Last night, I looked at Ken, and we both realized that we had reached the end of our planned summer activities.
Yes, the boys still have a week of daycare and a week of camp left, and Ken has a handful of days before he has to return to work, but all of things we had planned (with few exceptions) have come to pass. The demolition derby was a riot (although really, really hot), and camping was good (I really miss having a campfire, it isn't quite the same), we spent time at the beach and some local parks, got a bit of a tan, made pickles, picked blackberries, and read a bunch of books. The spontaneous stuff, like our day trip to Manning Park, and the scheduled stuff too.
Crazy. We start the slide towards September and then the month of October. I love Fall. I love the slightly cooler weather and surprisingly warm days. The changing leaves, and fresh, local veggies, and the Corn Mae, pumpkins, decorating for Halloween… all that fun stuff. I really, truly think we are a shoulder season family … Fall and Spring rock… summer and winter are great too… but something about those other seasons.