I know September started last week, but I was in denial. Since we were headed to the Outer Banks in North Carolina for the weekend it still seemed like summer. But, the day after labor day. . . that means summer is over.
We got home last night and my first thought was, "we have to mow this scraggly lawn". But, alas, since our mower was stolen, that will have to wait.
The end of summer is bringing about all the projects yet to be done that the summer sun makes it too hot for. Plantings, painting, and outside work are all on my list. . .
Maison Jean Cocteau
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