I really hate this clip of the year . While I ’m thankful my toes are n’t frozen , can apprize the fat coloring of summertime ’s former bloom and love a good good afternoon electrical storm , I always seem to be eight whole step behind this time of year .
By August , my beautiful garden is dead or die , besides the weeds , which have materialized out of thin atmosphere , suffocating the life out of the remaining vegetable and crushing my exuberance to call on the carpet their advances . spate of fur cling to every surface in the rabbit pens , thanks to one last coincidental shedding before acquire their wintertime fur . In what can only be a sign of I between the furred and the feathered , my full-grown patrician cock , Big Blue , has joined his pal in this slough - fest and has begun his one-year molt .
My commiseration political party continues as I venture indoors and face up the aftermath of summer vacation . Every flat aerofoil has some debris of an abandon graphics projection , sticky rest from hundreds of PB&Js and frozen succus tonic , and various bric - a - brac , from broken toy dog to missing game pieces—all signs of an insurrection in which the rug rats were triumphant . Yes , I make out , the domain ’s lilliputian violins are playing just for me . compassion party mesa for one please .
This is not my first class on this farm , nor is it my first year as a parent . Yet it never fails that by August my perseveration has been replaced with ambivalency . But this August has been the high-risk thus far . Last week , I packed up Spencer , aka my recitation child , and sent him and all my money off to college . I judge it’spossiblemy wavering resolution in the home and on the homestead could be loosely associate to the angst of my oldest son moving out .
It ’s awing the range of emotions you may feel when pack your child up to go out into the universe . The disturbing female parent think of every possible bad slip scenario , and then I rushed off to observe remedy for as many as possible . What if he get cut ? Gets crazy ? motorcar intermit down ? I was at the store for almost three hours before I returned home with various first - aid supplies , medicines , storage solutions , emergency wayside stuff ( which we already had , but I wanted to make surehehad too ! ) , and cleaning supply , including a toilet brush .
Packing the numerous “ what if ” or “ just in event ” detail , complete with instructions both verbal and written , did make me feel best momently . The rest of the week I spent washing every article of article of clothing and every piece of litter . I fold it all just so and even stuck a few dryer sheets into the mixing so it smelled fresh when he take out it all .
Thursday eventide , the last night at home , the boysall chipped in to help Spencer pack . In addition to wanting to expend tone time with their oldest brother , it was also a gravid way for them to find out what he plan on taking with him and which hold dear he would be leaving behind . The “ staying ” stack speedily became a small swap shop , as the younger boy practice their wrangle and dialogue skill . I , on the other hand , could not keep my emotion under control . Having purchased and wash all that I was able to — and desperately search for another misdirection — I start outside and detail my boy ’s gondola … for four hours !
Today , my recitation child is safely gather away in his college residence hall a mere 30 mile away . No . 2 and act 3 , Frick and Frack dear , start back to schooltime for eight glorious hours a day . My little Jack - Jack and I will begin the recovery process both indoors and out . It is still hot as Hades , my “ to - do leaning ” is easily three pages long , and I have squeeze my last Ni so intemperately it has tap out wholly , but September is a mere two weeks away and with it a time of rejuvenation as autumn enfold us with her cool breezes and beautifully alter landscape painting . Of course , it will also mark the beginning of the harvest time airstream before winter sets down his big hired man , but I ’ll give the poor violinist a break for a few workweek . We can pick up this little pity company afterwards !
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