Right when summer hits, you have to start thinking about fall. The painfully short, albeit gorgeous, summers of the Pacific Northwest fill me with something of a sense of desperation. Desperate to enjoy every drop of sunshine, desperate to hold onto to every hour of the day, desperate to lose the bounty and productivity that emanates these warmer months.
I am glad to see the constant weeding of spring pass by and enter into this abundantly delicious season.
Long overdue photos of the last project with mom, knocking out preparations for the pumpkins.