Here is how the flowers looked on the last Sunday of August:
We didn't have any parties to eat up the last weekend. Jay and our four kids went to the fair together. I never go, haven't gone in over 30 years. Crowds and greasy food aren't my thing. Being home all day by myself: that's my thing. They met early enough to go to Sunday Mass together on the Fair grounds and spent the day doing all the things they've been doing together since their dad raised them all to be Fair lovers. Jay bought me a new, colorful fanny pack to replace the old colorful fanny pack that Margy gave me years ago, which is falling apart.
I spent the day doing what I've been itching to do all summer, especially the last three weeks: I set up my french easel in the secret back yard and made a mess with oil paints. It was great! I made no attempt to create a finished painting, I concentrated on just getting the broad values down...then, just for fun, I threw some color on top. If I could spend just one hour a day out there, I could actually get good at this.
Now I must go hop in the shower and get my busy day started.