“Mama, look at this.”
Mercury was staring at the bush outside our door for a couple minutes before he sought my expert opinion on what was happening. “The berries… they were green.”
“Yeah, bud, they're turning purple. That's how you know fall is coming.”
“Oh! I wonder if they're gonna turn another color.”
“They will just get a little darker and then the birds will eat them.”
You'd think I'd be used to this by now, after a couple of decades here on earth. But the seasons change and I keep being absolutely shocked at the timing. Last week WHILE IT WAS STILL AUGUST we saw farmers COMBINING. The nerve. I complained about it for a few minutes. “You would think they would have the decency to at least wait until September!”
I don't know why I was so offended though – I really love fall. I love sweaters and warm coffee and the smell of the air as people getting a few last bonfires in before the world freezes and back to school sales and it's Really All Good.
It also means that I don't have to feel so awkward about immediately offering everyone who walks through the door a hot cup of coffee. You guys might start to think that I share and post and pin all this coffee related humor and nonsense and talk about it all the time because it's cute on the internet, but that's not the case. Since the time I was a small child, visiting family has always involved that initial offering. 8 am, 8 pm, doesn't matter. “Well, hi! You want some coffee?” I'm just a product of my upbringing. The gesture isn't always appreciated when it's 90 degrees out – but my intentions are good. Well, maybe not. I might just have a complex.
The boys keep propping their beds up on their desk and sliding down it like their bedroom is some sort of playground. All day long, and often for an hour or so after we put them to bed. It drives me up the wall, but I also can't help but be a little proud of their resourcefulness. I mentioned something about perhaps building a slide for the yard and Mercury said, “No, this is just fine.” Is it, now, child?
This post is linked up at pretty, happy, funny, real. on a delightful blog called Like Mother, Like Daughter. It's one of my favorites and you should read it.