Wait for it...

This is our 11th year living in South Texas. And every year sometime in mid-October when everyone else is talking about fall and folliage, my gentle husband comes home and plops himself on the chair to announce, "I hate this."

He's irritated because we're still running the a/c, the mosquitoes are still biting and it's 90 degrees outside.

I tell him to wait. Just wait for it. Soon enough, we'll remember why we endure this all summer long. This morning, it happened...

It's in the 70s, Fifi's finishing her vocabulary and math to the soft strains of Segovia's guitar and the little girls are...just being. Together. Outside. Happily. Imaginatively. Blessedly. I'm thinking there is a picnic in our immediate future.

Watching the debates with whirly birds...

and all they wanted to know was, "Are you going to make popcorn?" and "Are we winning?"