scenes from a weekend

Almost the end of September and the heat has finally hit. It will no doubt be short-lived so we gave in to its soporific effects over the weekend. I spent a good portion of Saturday in one of our hammocks with my book occasionally banging into my forehead, so lazy that I asked English hubby to bring me my camera because I couldn't be bothered to extricate myself.

Sweetpea occasionally popped her head out the door to ask me to come play a game to which I answered more than once "maybe in ten minutes". She finally gave up and climbed the tree from which I was swinging and sat 15 feet over my head, leaning against some ropes English hubby had rigged for comfort and chatting to me while I read the same paragraph again and again.

When I would occasionally grunt my way out of the hammock for cold drinks or sustenance, I would find English hubby standing in various locations since he would rather read in just the perfect light than sit in comfort.

Later, he pushed Sweetpea in the hammock where I used to nurse her to sleep as an infant, and she fell asleep for five minutes and woke up from a dream where her toes were nibbled by fish.

I thought the cold foggy summer had killed our first budding lemons, but it seems they too were sleeping and have started to grow again.  I'm encouraging them to get to it because our north facing house will soon be in shadow for the winter and they won't have a hope.  The tomatoes, a little droopy and sad, are looking cautiously hopeful at a second chance to grace a slice of buffalo mozzarella.  Even our strawberry plant has decided to pop out its second crop of the season.  I might be able to make a couple of tablespoons of freezer jam if the sun stays this side of the hill long enough.

 

Lemons as small (or big) as my thumbnail.

Hopeful tomatoes.

The next day we roused ourselves for a visit to the local art festival, held under the redwoods which was probably the coolest place in the county to be. We gave cursory attention to the art this year, and spent most of our time listening to live music, watching puppet shows, getting one of our faces painted, and sitting by the creek eating organic gelato.

Mesmerized and spooked by a marionette show.

For the first time in months, I was sad to say goodbye to Sunday.  Summer, stay a little longer....

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