I thought I was keenly aware of the subtle changes of the season this summer...how late the dawn, the tiny swift cricket, unfurling golden sunflower petals, that lone raucous cicadidae, the Firemen's Festival.   Wait.  I didn't see that coming. It can't be that time yet! Oh, gotta love the parade, the sirens, the fries...but when we go to A's Festival it means ours is next. It means start organizing volunteers for my stand. It means collecting prizes, counting days, figuring out how to park minus one field, selling tickets, making signs.....It means "You haven't ordered curriculum yet?!" 
Because our Firemen's Festival marks the end of our summer. We start school The First Monday After The Festival. Yeah, capitals, because it feels that way right now.  My heart isn't ready.  Yet, all along, as I delighted in fireflies, picked cucs, and munched on blueberries like Summer would never end, nature was sweetly reminding me; 
                                   today is lovely, savor it.

 

My favorite First Responders, looking amazing as usual!
 (I was too flustered to remember there is such a thing as a selfie.)



Lots of Love, Zinnia Girl !


                                        P.S.  The funnel cakes were the best!

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