We’re in a between place - it’s not quite summer and it’s not quite fall.
The days are warm and sunny, but the nights are cool and crisp.
School has started, but we’re still wearing shorts and t-shirts.
My garden is still producing summer crops – like these cantaloupes – all eight of them harvested on one day!
But my fall crop of apples in the orchard are already starting to ripen.
We picked 5 tubs of apples from a neighbor’s tree this week and canned almost 50 quarts of applesauce – and still have 3 tubs to work up.
The pears aren’t far behind them.
The cicadas are singing and the world is starting – very slowly – to turn brown.
One season is closing and another is just beginning.
A part of me is ready for the schedule and structure of the fall – yet another part of me already misses the freedom of the summer.
While my mouth still waters for another taste of meat on the grill, I find myself lingering over recipes for warm comforting casseroles and rich thick stews.
We’re hanging in the “between” right now, enjoying the sunshine and beautiful breezes.
For just a little while we can forget the heat and humidity of the past months and the cold and snow that are surely in our future.
Yes, we are most definitely somewhere between and I think it’s a pretty sweet place to be!
