Summer -- the school break, not the weather -- is nearing its end, and I am savoring it like the last bites of a sliver of cherry cheesecake -- so sweet, so satisfying, so excruciatingly small, disappearing so very rapidly.
It's been a good summer. Relaxing and productive and entertaining. Camping, gardening, visiting, even a little bit of schooling. Evening games of hide-and-seek in the yard and gooey s'mores around the campfire. Good reads with the boys and on my own. A quickly filling pantry.
But I admit, I'm getting full -- not uncomfortably full, contentedly full. The break from routine is delightful, but without a routine to break from, what novelty is the break? So as I revel in these last bites, weeks, days, I'm not entirely sad that it'll soon be gone. Wistful, perhaps, but not sad. But oh, how I'm enjoying these last remaining crumbs!
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