Savoring. Like the last few cookies in the tin. Or the last meal shared when you're visiting people you love. Miss Summer's clothing is looking a bit dried out and yellowed. Ms. Fall is gearing up for the sleek spare look of bare branches and revealing outlines.
But there are still tomatoes ripening on the vine, plenty of pungent marigold blossoms and warm days. The difference is that just like the final day that your child ever fell asleep in your lap, you never know which warm day will be the last.
A grand visit with my 83-year-old Mom to places southward was had last week, and I'm savoring that too. Grandson (Great Grandson to Mom) was his very sweet self, signing and eating and making every sound you can imagine. Mom and I got to babysit while parents were at a movie. Big fun. The Grannies got plenty silly when the parents drove off!
I feel so grateful for my life. Poised in the middle between generations is a great place to be. I'm not the matriarch yet, and my daughter is full of piss and vinegar, up to every task. So this place I now inhabit feels like a bit of a breather. I know I was once a young powerhouse, but the memory of that is fading fast.
A great day off today, but time to get to bed. Tomorrow is the start of a 4-day work stint.
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