That moment when….because that’s what it is, a sudden change as summer turns the cold shoulder on you. Going from toasty mornings and golden light glimmering over dry gardens, to a sulking, stinky smoke filled fog like chill that goes through your bare feet before they even touch the floor.
It’s the knowledge that something has changed, like a best friend who is no longer answering calls on the first ring, stilted replies not giving a clue as to what is wrong, short clipped answers that gradually warm up into sentences. Summer is giving us the cold shoulder, the days are heating up, but the mornings are tinged with a cool welcome.
Makes me want to avoid summer right now, since it’s having both hot flashes, and mood swings
Summer’s working up the courage to leave, move on, thinking about allowing Autumn to settle in.
Heating up by the end of the morning, glowing orange through the smoke which is enduring into the night. Cooling down some nights making the lack of a light blanket a chilly regret around 4 am, and others sweltering with the fan on.
The skies are smoky, translucent amber shades of burnt sugar, the yellow flowers flourishing in the gardens are the only ones that still feel like blooming.
The colors in the streaming light are stunning, golden, mellow, soft, jagged edges of spring long gone. This is the time to get out with your camera, and capture the beauty around you. How can you not love a golden peach colored world, get out there and take photos.
Out to pasture
The farmers shorn fields are full of pigeons, and ducks gorging on grain missed by the combiners.
Flocks flutter and soar upwards then back down in dark waves of feathers each time a nervous bird is startled.
Settling back in to hunt and peck until they are filled up and move on.
The coyotes must be enjoying the feathered bounty judging by their middle of the night howling it sifts into open bedroom windows around 3 am, and makes me thankful I’m not a small covering animal hiding in the dark.
OK, the truth, sigh..we’ve been here for over 3 years and I still haven’t painted all of the rooms, yet. If you’ve been reading my blog for some time, you might remember how excited I was to tackle that project.
When we first moved here.
Up here it’s either hot, or cold, with very little in-between weather, not great for painting if you have allergies that require windows wide open. And you might remember that I spent most of the warm months last year recovering from back issues. While I’m better it’s still awkward to bend, and do those squats that painting walls require.
So I’ve been avoiding it.
There are paint chips wedged everywhere, into the space between the closet doors and the wall, lined up like tiny soldiers waiting to do battle with the deep blue chosen by the previous owners. And the vanilla ice cream color that they painted the top half will just have to wait until wiggle room appears in the budget to change the carpet, and hire a painter willing to erect a scaffold that stretches up two stories to the ceiling in this open to the ceiling hallway.
Ant now for my next act
We’ve spent a few too many sweaty, itchy, and disgusting hours destroying 3 ant nests that were cozily ensconced in the fiberglass insulation lining the ceiling in the basement…not something that I recommend doing ever!
It was, well I’m still shuddering…visions of those piles of dirty salmon colored fiberglass batting, previously stuffed between the rafters downstairs, and each strip rained black ants, gravel, and eggs down upon us.
Ants crawling everywhere, good thing they didn’t bite, and of course they had to have the occasional Daddy Long Legs running amok as a pet. We had two vacuums and couldn’t keep up with them, as they kept flowing in through the floorboards where the foundation met the walls. Foam spray to block the crack, and more insulation are on my list.
There is a great quote that I’ve pinned on my Pinterest board, “when it rains, look for rainbows, when it’s dark, look for stars.” I love it, but the thought of it raining ants it still too fresh in my mind. I’m saying that with a laugh in my words, don’t get me wrong.
But those ants…LOL.
Blog on, Jen @ The Light Laughed.