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August

August is my gateway drug.

This August in particular has cruised in with high temps in the 70's, WHAT???, and has me feeling all fallish.

August smells like garden tomatoes and the promise of a new season.

My garden is bursting with pumpkin vines and I am hoping there are lots of gems hidden beneath the overgrown vines and leaves.

My tomato plants are drooping with fruit and we can't keep up with getting them all out before they burst. We ate our first garden fresh BLT the other day and the kids oohed and ahhed.

I have shredded and frozen over half the zucchini and I still have a long way to go.

August is where it is at. It's the month I wait all summer for. All the tending to the garden is finally coming to fruition (see what I did there) and toiling in the heat and fighting the bugs is all now worth it.

I know we'll have plenty more hot days before us and school doesn't even start for my kids for another month, but there is joy just in knowing its on its way.

My summer loving friends; soak it in, breathe it in, use it up.

My Autumn loving friends, hold on dear ones, it's just around the corner.

Happy Thursday friends...

With love,
Me



P.S.  A couple of fun links from around the web...

Noonday's Fall Collection 

Cute sunny Brooklynn apartment 

A thoughtful approach to summer ( I need this reminder as we are reaching the point where I am counting down the days till school starts again!)








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