It is the last weekend of summer vacation and the garden looks like crap, as usual this time of year. I went out to spend the afternoon weeding and tidying, but then the dog stirred up a bunch of wasps and ran around frantically shaking them off, so now I'm hiding inside until everyone has calmed down out there. Me and wasps don't do well together.
I commented to a teacher friend recently that the garden is like a course syllabus. At the start of the season it is all tidy and well-organized and full of promise, then by the end there are weeds everywhere and there are too many cucumbers and everyone looks a bit tired, except for the beans, which are doing fabulous. The good thing about both classes and gardens are that you get to wipe them out and start over. It teaches you not to be too attached to things, and I'm actually looking forward to meeting my students next week and all the shiny new excitement they'll bring with them.
[Oh, happening Right Now: Michael doesn't know what I'm writing about, and he walked through the kitchen saying "Back to the syllabus mines." I don't think he feels quite the same way about the start of school as I do.]
I tried taking photos of the garden, but since it is such a mess, the photos really aren't worth sharing. Instead, here's Ella, taken a few minutes ago, when she pulled up with her dad in the RV he just bought (to pick up the swimsuit she'd forgotten.) They're off on a trip for the long weekend, and all I can think is that it looks like the start of a movie in which hijinks will ensue.
That's Sugar, their new-ish dog. Sugar is a total love-ball, unless you're a cat, in which case she will kill you for real. And since they have cats, they're contemplating trying to re-home her, but I don't think they can quite bring themselves to do it since she is such a sweetie otherwise.