The weather was ideal today, sunny but with a high of only 72 degrees. What a relief at the end of a sweltering August. We turned off the air conditioning and opened the windows to enjoy the fresh air. People moved up and down the street all day, walking by themselves, walking with a dog, pushing a stroller, running, or biking.
Dean came to put down lime, weed, and seed on the front lawn. The front dirt. Every year we think we finally have a lawn, and every year it dies a hideous death. Dean thinks that the two huge maples suck up all the water and nutrients. I glare at the malevolent maples. “Looks rough,” understated Dean. “You gotta do two things now. You gotta water every day and you gotta love it,” he advised. “Can you love it?” “You better add prayer to that,” I replied. Dean crossed his fingers.
We celebrated the end of August by going to Padow’s for toasted egg salad sandwiches, sitting at our favorite table by the front window. After lunch, I held Miss T’s back paws while we napped on my already beloved, beautiful new purple and green quilt, made by a dear friend who is a genius with a big, soft heart (and thankfully, a low tolerance for my whining and begging over the last two years).
This evening we sat on the back porch in the gathering dark. Sheila silently said her beads, and I bowed my head in the sure presence of angels, picturing their wings enfolding those I love.