The End of Summer

Our view from the train ride we took in Leadville.  I love the color of this house with the pretty purple and yellow flowers around it. 

This summer was hard for me.  Not hard like an actual trial.  Hard like waiting at a red light when you're on your way to get ice cream.

In May I got really excited for summer.  Until I realized, I don't work!  Adam isn't a teacher, he wasn't going to get time off.  Essentially, nothing was going to change.  The only thing different really was our trips.  I went to CA alone with my babies (meant to blog about it, never did, you're probably not sad about that) and then we went again in June and Adam came with.

I was so sad to leave our second CA trip.  It had been the perfect combination of work and play (I finally refinished my mom's second wing back chair, check it out here).  We went to a water park and my brother Rob came up from LA.  Just fun.

To help myself (and Olivia) feel better, we often talked about our upcoming trip to Breckenridge CO.  A final hurrah of summer.  We got home last night, and even though it was a rough week (Axel made sure of that) I still got that "vacation is over" let down.  

Yes, it's still warm.  Yes, we will still go to the pool several times a week.  But summer, as it existed for me, is over.  Even this morning, when Axel woke up at 6, the dark sky was telling me that summer is over.  Back to real life now and the next trip we are looking forward to is Thanksgiving or Christmas.  That's far away!!

Hmmmm. . . I've gotta come up with something sooner than that.  Maybe another trip to Logan this fall?