I invited a friend over for coffee. She's never been to my home so when she parked in the driveway, I greeted her on my back deck. "I never go to the gym anymore," I exclaimed as she made her way through my prayer garden and climbed up the deck. "You have more than enough exercise right here," she agreed.
As I face this last week of summer I find myself thinking back of all the hard work during hot triple digits and how I prayed for rain. Then the monsoons came and I prayed for help with the high, out-of-control weeds! My son-in-law rescued me with his quad and sprayed for hours.
Tomatoes were small, but I'm happy I didn't kill anything. I learned so much over the past months not only about how to water pine trees slowly and keep watch not to overwork the well, but to rise early with the sun and beat the heat. Farming Sleeves saved my aging skin. Spraying with Avon's Bug Guard, Skin So Soft, smells nice and protected me from critters that sting, bite or fly. Ants won the war, though. I never figured out how to control them. The red ants are the worst. I learned toothpaste lessens the intense itch.
Tom knew I love Morning Glories. Months before he went on to glory, he placed seeds everywhere. All summer I saw them pop up with my Sunflowers or Four o'clock. They love to cling to green plant stems, entwine around them and then show off their heart-shaped leaves. Their blue flowers thrill me. Truly, it was the gift that keeps on giving.
My daughter and son-in-law celebrated their tenth wedding anniversary complete with vows and music. We had sparkling apple juice and cupcakes she ordered from the bakery. The kids and I watched the dogs and ate tons of snacks during their second honeymoon in Las Vegas.
The nights are cooler and the days are shorter. I'm organizing soup recipes and finding ways I can bake with pumpkin. I unpacked my fall wreaths and farmhouse plaques that remind me to be thankful. I'm ready to embrace the beauty of a new season.
"Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more gain in fruits." Samuel Butler