My favourite morning show asked callers to tweet in their best moments of summer.
No tweets from me. I was too busy making breakfast for first-day-of-school-kid starting her last year of high school. Yes, she can make it herself. First days are for moms.
Here our some of my favourite moments. No alpine highs this time. Simple pleasures instead.
- Fireworks on Canada Day this year were the best ever, thanks to old friends, neighbours and The Friendly Greek’s talent for lighting up an impressive show.
- Morning coffee in my garden.
- Summer picnics with loved ones.
- Watching my mother-in-law teach my oldest how to make baklava.
- Coming home very day to a spectacular colour show in my front yard-a first, now that my coneflowers have decided to erupt.
- Lucy’s fantastic new walker means a daily park party.
- Sister reunions: one away at camp, one working at home, reunited midsummer with tears and smiles. How to make a mom’s heart sing…
- Sailing in Algonquin Park, a talented niece pointing us in the right direction. Watching my 83 year old mother, who taught me years ago how to sail, do the same with my bro.
- Sharing in a joyful engagement of one fantastic couple. Did I say it already? I’m a lucky aunt.
- Discovering a new Houdini.
- Riding the NYC subway. I snapped a photo of my travel companions. The rest of the characters are seared in my mind. Read more of my NYC highlights here.
- Peach sangria…peach pancakes…peach and tomato salad…
- Being reminded what summer jobs can do for personal growth.
- Realizing there’s nothing quite like your first student pad, one you will keep much cleaner than your room at home. Or so it appears.
- Sharing a celebratory drink with a brother-in-law who makes 1964 look like a very good vintage.
- Finishing my manuscript. Graphics and layout are still to come, with months of work ahead, but the bulk of my work is done. This is me by my lonesome, doing a wee sleepy cheer.
September is a productive month for many of us. What’s your style of work? Here’s a great primer.
Get out and enjoy the summer colours yet to fade. And no, I will not put away the sandals until I’m forced.
For more on September promise, read on.