Ah, August in Colorado; that perfect blend of summer-into-fall. Some days ripe for watergun fights, some for knitting and sweaters. Fresh veggies and fruits from the garden, ready for pickling, grilling, eating from the vine.
This morning, my oldest son and I went to the farm where we get eggs; we've also been helping in the garden, mostly weeding, in trade for vegetables. They've got greener thumbs and much more room than we do, though we do still have a little garden. We came home with basil for pesto, cucumbers and onions for pickles, fresh eggs and zucchini for zucchini bread. Since I'm doing pickles, I might as well do apple butter, so we stopped and got organic apples at the store. I was happy to find golden beets again, so we'll be having grilled vegetables with our chicken and pesto tonight. It's a rare day that I don't knit, but today other things need to be put in jars before summer is gone.
It's Wednesday, and that means I'm home (instead of teaching at the yarn shop), and we have a little more time for dinner, and discussions, and Face Off. And everyone asks for extra pesto. Meals that we all find delicious are not that common!
We will probably find a little time to read more from Huck Finn. We've got to rescue him from the previous chapter!
I don't know if it's getting older, or if some of my later-in-life hobbies (gardening, knitting, photography) have changed the way I feel about each month, but this has been a good month. If I remember, I'll post pictures tomorrow of what we accomplished today.