The end of August

Can you believe it? Can you believe that August is over? Luckily, in the Wilamette valley, as in Camelot, "Summer lingers through September," (which is great, because it doesn't start till after the 4th of July) but still . . the summer sense of time suspended is crumbling. The days are running over us again, on their little mouse feet. It's cool and starry when I go get the paper at 5AM. Trees are starting drought-drop of leaves. That zucchini that was hidden behind the leaves now appears, big as a salmon poacher and fit for nothing but hot compost. One corner of the yard is cobbled with apples because we just can't get organized to harvest. And I'm thinking of cooler weather colors. A cranberry top? A brown skirt? NO!! CLING to summer. Wear something pink and fluffy while you still can!!Remember mid-march and put on a Hawaiian shirt in defiance! I won't let summer be over! I won't, won't won't!!

I woke up last night with twelve pounds of Fly cat curled on my belly. Obviously I was warm and soft and a perfect cat bed. Good slave.

It rained yesterday, and the cats are really, really angry at us. All the time and work they have put in on us, and we STILL can't get the weather right!! Bad slaves.