Watermelon and corn are summer fare, but with the bbq plumbed to a gas line, I grill all year. A newly opened farmers' market up the road has also opened up possibilities, bringing the best salmon we've had down here.
With Michael's Beacon Hill Academy and Pepperdine beginning fall terms on the 31st, we're squeezing the summer for all it's worth, although sunny, warm weather will easily last another month or two. Living in Switzerland made me realize how warped my sense of seasonal time was, as a friend commented about a chill in the air, "fall has arrived." This was late August.
Most places I've lived similarly sync-ed the 8th month's end with the 3rd season's arrival, so I no longer have the reaction of feeling gypped. Now that I've been back in LA for 5 years, I wonder if my old inner clock will reset.
When we first moved down from WA - we and the Kwongs attended the same church. We now attend a church in Camarillo and our friendship is more intentional, since we our paths don't naturally cross. Their oldest, Zachary, was home from college, and you just realize how momentary life is - worshipping together, working together, family meals together - before a "game-changer" happens. Like long days and warm evenings.
