I was surprised to see eggplants at the Farmer's Market on Saturday, surprised that it's suddenly turned August, that the academic summer is just about over, that we're at the very end of the string of days that seemed to stretch out to the horizon way back in June, that I'm looking back on two months full of doing and of blissful not-doing.
We had a parade of family through our place last week: my mom and my youngest sister spent the night with us on the way home from a soccer tournament near San Francisco, then my other sister was here helping her fiance move into what will be their first home (Em will be joining him here in January). I'm still not sure how it got to be Thursday evening.
Tomorrow we're off to the county fair where Hannah and a bunch of kids from her school will be performing fiddle tunes on the main stage. We'll look at animals, eat cotton candy and caramel apples and wave goodbye to summer from the very top of the ferris wheel.