It's hard to think school starts this week. I feel like I missed most of summer being gone from Utah in July. I know I'm spoiled, and I don't deserve to say that, but I can't help feeling that way anyway. Utah county especially is vintage Americana at its finest in July. Kids and fireworks and parades and pioneers, carnivals, and corn, it all happens in July. At least I got the leftover piece of August that the school district didn't pilfer from us. I've never thought going back to school in August was fair or even moral. September is fall, fall is back to school. Duh. But we savored.
Barbecues with friends...
Cousin and family fun nights.
Badminton --may be the only time I've played in my life.
Watching the fields turn gold and shiny platinum blond.
Clouds of harvest chaff.
I'd drive by this field every morning dropping Tia off at driver's ed, and every morning something new would be happening. One day a little black and white cat was out there hunting and made an amazing picture with the gold, black , and white. I DIDN'T STOP. I'm still kicking myself for not taking that picture. I talk about it so much Tia suggested we kidnap the neighbor's cat and throw it in the field so I can take its picture.
Best time of year in my yard.
These shots were all Tia's. We get a lot of hummingbirds and butterflies around these bushes. Last weekend I actually went and looked at a house in a community with tiny lots and shared parks because I've had it up to my earlobes taking care of my yard. We decided it would be dumb to trade in for less land (for the same prices!) even though I was tempted. Kai said .."wait, we could take our butterfly bushes with us right? ...and our fruit trees? and our strawberries?" Sigh. We're not moving. At least I know he likes it here.