The leaves all this glorious color will be coming soon, and I'm still hanging onto the last bits of summer.
This prairie's been flooded with exceeding rains and scorched by hot, dry winds. The garden's been raked by hail that piled up in corners, and we've been covered in soot from fires across the country.
Not to mention the days when it just seemed like life was just one big work week where the weekend wasn't coming.
But I'm wishing I could just hold on to these last few days. Because there's these little moments seeping out between everything . . .
The night we had a bonfire and s'mores. The day Ethan dressed up like a Ranger straight out of Lord of the Rings. Staying up late, watching movies with little sis, the day Laureli came for a photoshoot. BLT's for lunch. The baby ducklings on our pond, letting go of a story, days at the lake. And how the peaches drank in the morning light. Right there, just in front of me on the table.
It was a good summer, if only for these.
I know I can't just write off a season as bad or good.
Because nothing's black and white.
Sometimes there's acres and acres of color between the lines.