But before they let us out, we did all the customary end-of-year school things, including Harry’s first poetry reading. This was his piece. I love it, and I too want to walk with a meteor rock. I swear, we do not give this kid drugs…I think it’s his Kindergarten attempt to “Keep Austin Weird.” Whatever it is, he doesn’t get this aptitude from me, as almost all of my poetry skills involve the word “Nantucket.”
Because school is now out, this also means that we have no reason to go into town every day any more, and really, little to nothing to do all day. As a result, my Instagram feed is already looking like the middle of summer. Check it.
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You see, things are getting summer country around here, y’all.
In other news, my garden is overflowing…so much so that Harry is going to make a squash stand in front of the house instead of a lemonade stand, and I’m in Day 3 of the 8-Day Pickle Making Process. It’s a whole thing; I never knew. Also, I don’t even like pickles. But I’m making them, because I have a shit ton of cucumbers growing in the yard, and I think this is what you’re supposed to do when you live in the country. I have no idea. I’m figuring this out as I go.
Soundtrack: Bob Schneider, Moon Song