Monthly Archives: August 2015

August In the Garden

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

August in the Garden | Inanorchard

 

There is something hauntingly beautiful about a late summer flower garden.  Everything is overgrown, the leaves have lost their bright green freshness and faded to a rich dark green.  The once tidy rows mingle together in the happiest of ways, the sunflowers dip and bend their heavy heads.   Petals fall and scatter in the dark dirt, and the last of the evening light looks golden and hazy just before sun dips behind the horizon.  A sea of giant pumpkin leaves bend in the breeze.  Miss P hunts for pumpkins that are hiding in our over-grown jungle of a pumpkin patch.  My garden reminds me that there is beauty in every season of life.

 

The last of the Summer days

The last of the summer days | inanorchard

Let’s just imagine for a moment that we are not entering into the second week of school.  Let’s pretend that I’m actually enough on the ball to post pictures, and write posts in real time. I know, it’s a bit of a stretch but let’s give it a go.

Summer has been winding down.  The “first day of school” date has been looming on the calendar but we’ve been ignoring it.  Because we’ve been ever so busy with lots of important things like; flower picking, swimming, ice cream eating, staying up too late, dirty feet, happy faces, summer time fun.

The last of the summer days | Inanorchard

She found “baby pumpkins” ready to pick and was delighted with her discovery.

 

Every evening, after dinner, you will find them all in the pool.  Shouting, hopping, splashing, and playing to their heart’s content.

The last of the summer days | Inanorchard

 

Last of the summer days | Inanorchard

We also spend our afternoons drawing on the kitchen table with art books we found at the library.

The last of the summer days | Inanorchard

The lazy, sleep-in-mornings are numbered and we are enjoying each and every one of them.

The last of the summer days | Inanorchard

Archie comic books are such a hit in our house.  So many tattered, well-read copies floating around the living-room.

The last of the summer days | Inanorchard

On the last weekend of the summer we decided to have a camp-out in our backyard.  Mr. G has been fascinated with astronomy for the last year now, so at the end of the school year, we took the time to write all the important astronomical events down on our calendar.  When we flipped the page to August it said “Perseid’s meteor shower”, so we planned a night of campfires, s’mores, sleeping on the trampoline, and midnight meteor showers.

The last of the summer days | Inanorchard

 

The last of the summer days | Inanorchard

It was a gorgeous night.  A clear sky and a new moon gave us the advantage for viewing meteor showers.  We piled the trampoline with blankets, pillows, sleeping bags, and set our alarm clocks for midnight.
Last of the summer days | Inanorchard

The fire was so beautiful that night.  We made s’mores and kept our eyes turned towards the heavens.  The kids and I (including little Miss P) camped out on the trampoline, while Justin slept in his hammock right next to us.  We fell asleep watching meteors steak across the sky.  We woke up to our midnight alarm clock, but couldn’t stay away long enough to get a good glimpse of the meteor show.  Miss P was snuggled up to me all night long and slept so well, but about 2:00 in the morning the dew started settling on our faces, and hair, and sleeping bags.  Miss E was the first one to head into the house at about 2:30 a.m, followed shortly by her daddy.  Around 3:00 in the morning the dew was getting heavy and Miss P was starting to stir, so I nudged the boys and said “Hey, we’re headed into the house to sleep the rest of the night, but you boys are welcome to stay out here.”  Mr. G sat straight up and said, “This was a bad idea.  I want to sleep in my own bed!”.  So we all trudged sleepily through the wet grass, into the comfort of our own sweet beds, and no one stirred until 9:30 the next morning.

I hope the children remember these days, because they are permanently etched on my heart.

 

Long live the summer days of our childhood…