As I take in rows of colorful jars ornately decorating this bookshelf, I wholeheartedly agree. They are gorgeous and as significant as any piece of art. I zoom in on the picture to better see what was gathered and preserved when I think back to my grandmother’s house and the space she created to house all of the fruits of her gains from that season’s harvest.
Oh, summer, you little sneak! You fooled me this year. You saw me construct all my elaborate plans. You looked on and chuckled as I daydreamed of myself sitting poolside reading in between answering the endless calls of “Mom, watch this! Mom, can I have money for the snack shack? and “Mom, please get Josie’s mom’s phone number so we can facetime and have endless playdates.” Ok, so even in my daydreams, my reading wasn’t uninterrupted, but still, they contained reading.
Summer, you knew that your days would quickly fill with football practices and reading and math tutoring and that any free moments between field day and meet the teacher day would be scarce. However, school is back in session, and I am taking back the reigns.