Busy summer--and it's almost gone!

Tomorrow is August 1. 30 days and we'll be hitting September and what, to my mind, is fall. I've taken a look at my to-do list and my still half-painted house, and in a fit of determination (I almost typed "desperation") I have taken a day off every week through September, to try and get things done before snow flies.

One thing I must do immediately is go out with the loppers and cut down the burdock scattered around the property, before it stops being pretty, and starts being a nuisance.

I did not get a garden planted this year, technically. I started some seedlings...too early, as always. I tucked them into my flower garden instead of the back veggie garden, so I could keep an eye on them. I've been eating grilled zucchini and zucchini bread, and I surely wish my tomatoes would do more than flower!

I had been waiting for my zinnias to blossom in great anticipation. They were supposed to be purple. Well, they ain't. They are pink. Perhaps the soil wasn't right to bring out the blue.

My mother upgraded her sewing machine, and made a present to me of her old one. I have two kicking around here that are old, and have been jammed since our work party a few years ago. It's wonderful to have a sewing machine that's not older than I am!

The sun beating in the front windows of the cat facility is an issue I've been meaning to deal with. I need curtains, and store-bought ones won't do. So I ran out to Joann Fabrics a week or so ago and picked up some bright fleece to help cut the sun, and also hold back the cold this winter. Fleece is the most cat-proof fabric available, and my lazy self also liked the fact that you really don't need to hem it because it doesn't unravel.

However, when I was making the curtains (and I'm no seamstress) I told myself it was time to put my big-girl pants on and do something right for a change, rather than half-assed. So I did sew the seams on all four sides of the curtains, and maybe they'll look a little better and last a little longer.

My swallows have been dive-bombing me for the better part of two months now, without a single baby-beak peeking out of the new nest they built on my pole saw in the barn. I was beginning to believe it was going to be a bad year for the swallows (perhaps insects were killing the fledglings) when I notice little heads peering out at me the other day. Bear is now banned from the outdoors until they have joined their parents in the sky.

It wouldn't feel like summer without a whole line of swallows sitting on the phone line outside.