In May, the A.W.E. sistahs made our trek across the High Trestle Bridge, and lunched at Snus Winery as one of our first goodbyes to Cindy, who moves back to Arkansas next week. At Snus, we pulled out goodies and treats, salads and snacks, and Cindy produced a beautiful tablecloth that seemed to appear out of nowhere. It was luscious day. (We've had a couple more goodbyes with her since that time, with the final one at Snus this weekend. This is what women do for each other.)
I'm not the first to say it. Where does the time go?
June was a very full time, with some speaking engagements and SoulCollage® (card making as well as a workshop), meeting with directees, reading, and writing. I even talked with some folks about the possibility of doing some different work. (I don't know, yet, how that might turn out.)
July came, and I slowed waaaay down, though I did take a couple of days to grab grandkids and meet at my daughter's in Elgin. It was fun and chaotic and the nine of us settled into interaction, food, play, and logistics around eat, sleep, and activities. I brought headlamps and walkie talkies for the kids. It's a big house. All went well.
And this is the only gardening I've done this summer:
I usually purchase bedding plants and grow morning glories. Not that kind of summer. My hibiscus and a few herbs suffice beautifully.