Oh—maybe that by now, The Sleeping Night would be getting some traction. The long tail model of selling books is a new one for me, and I’m not always sure about timetables. The book is is garnering lovely reviews, and I’m very proud of it. Bell Bridge Books has done a beautiful job on the package, and I was delighted to sign copies for some of you in Anaheim.
I can’t remember what I thought I’d say about the same book, over and over again. Instead of The Sleeping Night, which actually does take place in the summertime, today I’m talking about the dog days of summer, because we’re all dragging through the last, searing days, aren’t we?
It’s been a crazy weather summer! HOT, HOT, HOT, except where it wasn’t. Practically every single one of us who went to RWA were astonished at the light cool air in Anaheim. It was heaven.
My garden struggled a lot for awhile, and the corn is still only waist high, though finally it IS waist high, and finally the squash plants are taking off. (NOT summer squash, in which we drowned last summer, but nice, storable acorn and butternut squashes.) It is possible there will be tomatoes, at last, as long as the frost doesn’t come too early.
But mostly what needs doing in the garden through this period is weeding and more weeding and deadheading, and more weeding, and waiting. The peas and lettuces are gone, the cucumbers and corn are not yet ripe. I take a few beans from the vines now and then to keep them producing well, but mainly those crops are for drying.
When I was a young woman, August always seemed like a month I had to wade through, lying beneath a swamp cooler in the much-hotter city of Pueblo when I was in college. It always seemed like I’d have a break up in July, so there was no guy around to help pass the time. Then I married and had a baby in August, and never was alone again, but as the children grew, it seemed we were always waiting for school to start, for the heat to break, for something to happen.
Life is too short to waste a whole month looking forward and not enjoying the now, so I’m putting my focus on really enjoying what August IS this month. It’s sunny and hot and the evenings are incredible in Colorado. Going to the mountains in August is an absolute delight. The garden IS coming along, and the CSA is sending fresh peaches every week. The hours of sunlight are long and productive, and we can eat salads all day long every day. Soon enough, the children won’t be dancing in pools around the neighborhood. Soon enough we’ll have to put on sweaters. But today, I’m barefoot and there’s a breeze coming in the window, smelling of grass and pine trees, and the beverage at my elbow is ice water stuffed with lemon slices and fresh mint from the garden.
All is well.
What are your favorite things about August? Least favorite things? Are you looking forward to autumn, or do you like to hang on to summer as long as possible?