Just checking in . . . from the middle of the month.

Sometimes, I just shake my head and wonder how we got here. As in . . . how we got to the middle of August already.

August is kinda the conundrum time of year for me. It’s still summer, yeah. But you can . . . sense the shift coming. It’s darker in the morning, and the sun sets earlier in the evening. Here in Michigan, it’s cooler at night now, and we can keep the windows open/the air conditioning off (for the most part).

I’m still wringing every bit of goodness out of the remaining days of summer . . . and there is much goodness to come this month. Our anniversary. A visit from my sister. Plenty of time to sit on the patio. Or the dock.

But I can see the summer waning everywhere I look.

Up north, the loon baby is becoming more independent and losing his baby-fluff. (The baby loon – “junior,” we call him – is the small bird in the water in the photo below. The parent loon has just caught a fish for junior . . . right off our dock.) The ferns are starting to wither and the acorns are beginning to fall. Change is coming. It won’t be long now . . . and we’ll be talking about getting the boat pulled in and taking out the docks. But not yet.



And in my garden, things still look pretty good generally. Still plenty of blooms out there. More butterflies than in the last few years, for sure. And hummingbirds all day long. But there is a . . . raggedness . . . to everything; a look of being spent after a long summer of “performance.” And I have entered my “assessment” phase in the garden: planning for next year, figuring out what I want to add – or what needs to go. Trying to figure out how to manage my (ever expanding) bunny population a little better next year without going full Farmer McGregor (so I can actually get some parsley for myself, y’know?). But there is still much beauty to come in my garden.



The middle of August. Caught between summer . . . and the shift that is on the way.

I’m in a good spot here . . .
to enjoy the rest of the month.
I know change is coming, and I’m okay with that. But I’m going to enjoy summer for as long as it lasts!

How about you?