The days of Grandma Camp are going quickly. Swim lessons, sewing, a secret project for her parents, riding the scooter, fishing, and cooking, all serve to make the time fly, and wear grandma out. I have even had moments of multi-tasking.
The hot, muggy days of summer have descended. I do not function well, rather I melt into a puddle of lethargic mush. That was one of the things I loved about the Black Forest, it was always much cooler. Therein lies one of those two-edged swords. My skin likes the added humidity (relatively speaking – nothing like what you have back east) where I am at now, but my constitution liked the aridity of the Forest. Well, you can’t have it both ways Barb, so suck it up (and stay inside).
The garden is something else. The voracious pumpkin plants have headed to the neighbors. I’ve never seen leaves this big, some stick up four feet tall, and a couple of the pumpkins themselves are already huge. The zucchini are producing just enough. My granddaughter loves them sautéed and we are getting plenty grated and frozen for her favorite zucchini/banana bread next winter. Not a bad first year garden, but I’ve certainly learned what I will be changing for next year. Of course, that is the true definition of gardening, it is a forever changing art form.
The quilt is back from the quilter, so all that needs to be done now is the binding. I want to tell you about the cutest thing I’ve ever made, but it is a surprise for the new-to-be mom, so you just have to wait.
BTW – WHERE did July go?