It’s slowed down as the end of summer rounds the corner now that it’s August. It’s been a wild one in our state of Colorado with fires and shootings and the peace is welcome.  I look around and think isn’t there something I should be doing…nothing pressing at the moment…almost feeling guilty.

I haven’t felt like this since I was a kid at my grandparents on the Eastern Shore in Virginia. The days were hot with the windows and doors wide open letting in the summer sounds.  I can hear the hum of the fans and it makes me feel lazy but content.  Shouldn’t I be doing something?  Anyone going fishin’?

Pat – from the ol’ kitchen table