Summer

Summer is nearing its end. It all feels so strange. Still. It's hot and dry. Still.

But life does go on.

We've started having picnics.

One day our youngest asked me if we could bring food with us to the beach and eat it there.

I realized, with considerable regret, that the word picnic was not in his vocabulary, and he's already old enough to enjoy those drinks that must be consumed surreptitiously!

Mother Of The Year, here…

A conversation with an older daughter confirmed that we'd never really had picnics. Wow.

Since then, I think we've done this twice more. We even have a favourite picnic table!

I try not to overthink this, as I am so prone to do. I do like a table cloth, but we use paper plates, and our food choices aren't what I recall typical picnic food to be. My husband has played a big part in the food choices.

We're making memories, even at this late point, and it's enjoyable. And I might even relax for a minute or two.