It's September! How did that happen? the last time I checked it was May, the baby's birthday was coming up and I was planting seedlings.
I'm now holding conversations, sort of, with a 16 month old and drying out onions and grubbing up spent plants. I quite genuinely don't know what has happened to this summer.
It's been beautiful, productive, and completely different to any of the preceding summers for me, but it's flown past and I'm not sure I've loved that aspect of it.
On the plus side, longer evenings leave more time for planning and crafting, plotting and scheming, making and talking. Plus the log burner being lit again. It's like having another person in the room and always feels like greeting a long lost friend the first time it's lit for the winter.