It’s been a glorious summer. Truly wonderful. Small Daughter and Large Son are at an incredible age where they relish their independence but also enjoy time with us, the parental units. They can keep up in the big waves, and on the big trails. We had a blast.

It looked a lot like this:

And like this:

And plenty of this:

And some of this:

I planned on blogging, really I did. I had big plans to write about the books I was reading, about the middle grade novel I’m around halfway through writing, about all sorts of things literary. But somehow it never happened.

Now we’re back. The days are getting shorter and there is a definite tang in the air. The first Jersey Macs are at the local farm, as well as an insane pumpkin crop that would make Linus proud.  And school has started up again, heralding another year of relentlessly fast-moving hockeysoccerskiingbirthdaypartytravelhomeworksciencefairreportslife that takes over. I love the fall, and all the colors, smells and sounds it brings. But saying goodbye to summer is always hard.

Here’s to next year!