Ode to The Summer That Wasn't

March roared in like a lion,
and exited like a lamb.
Normal seasonal weather ended - Bam!

April showers
dried in the air.
Sunburns and Global Warming glare.

May flowers
cried thirstily for rain.
Their wish granted, swept down the drain.

Summer choked before appearing.
each grey and dreary dawn,
did bring a lush, green lawn.

April's record highs
driven from our mind
a monotonous chill on the temperature line.

Sunscreen leaking in a drawer
pools, no ripple broke.
We all hoped it was a joke.

To see if they had
Rip Van Winkled May to October,
some checked the calendar.

Summer oozed muddily
into a normal Fall.
Thankfully the Yankees were on the ball.

A memorable Summer,
except,
it wasn't.

(disclaimer: I know this is not written in an Ode form. The is for my husband, who does not understand poetry at all. He believes they all should rhyme. He asked me to write him an "ode" about our last summer. Hope you enjoyed!)

Mini-Me

Mini-Me is often difficult when you want her to do something, about anything really, especially pictures. If she has it in her mind that she does or does not want to do something, it is very difficult to change her mind. She does not distract easily. Thankfully, she seems to be getting better about somethings. Here is my favorite, current, picture of her.

Garden Goodbye's

This afternoon I finished cleaning out all of my flower beds, getting them ready for the winter. Matt even pruned the crab apple tree for me. This is the first time I've actually cleaned them all out. In past years I was hit or miss. The ones I missed over the years made for easier Falls, but the Spring plantings required more work. Just because you don't clean your gardens out in the fall, doesn't mean you won't have to clean them out sometime, if you want them to remain a garden! It feels good to have one item checked off my list, at least for a few months. As a Mom I have the eternal to do list with jobs that continually need to be redone, even if I did them yesterday. I look forward to the endless mountains of dirty and unfolded clean laundry, stacks of macaroni art dishes, and Lego landmines.