This quiet house business is no good. Where are my little helpers? My granddaughter has only been gone for an hour and I am looking around, wondering what she is doing. Yesterday, she sat on my lap for a half hour, eating apple slices, watching birds eat the cherries off the Canada Cherry tree and the hummingbirds vie for the best perch at the feeder. That sweet bit of time will be my best memory of the summer.
I need to apologize to the squirrels once again. Two days ago my granddaughter and I caught Peter rabbit in the garden. I have never seen her eyes so big as when she helped me chase the rabbit out of the garden. We fixed fence and he came back. We fixed fence again and now we wait. I think that may be her best memory of Grandma Camp this year. So, while the squirrels have not done ALL the damage in the garden, I don’t want them in their either.
Here’s to summer. It makes winter worth going through. Open windows at night, color in the yard, birds singing, kids on swings. Make the most of every day. Enjoy. Take pictures. Sip some tea on the porch. We all know that there is another winter coming. Such is life.