We are home from our last official vacation. School starts soon, but it does not start yet, not until after Labor Day. So we are in the middle of two summer weeks that feel like bonus time. The leaves are full on the trees. The crepe myrtles are blooming, as are the roses (still!) The tomato plants have finally ripened into full fecundity. I have been eating tomatoes at least twice a day. My 7-year-old too. He favors mozzarella and olive oil. I am partial to red onions, feta cheese, and Caesar dressing myself. The kids are done with anything formal. The two older boys have gone to a “camp” of sorts in a friend’s yard, featuring water guns and a creek. The 5-year-old and 7-year-old have been sleeping in their cardboard fort in the basement. Over vacation, the 7-year-old began watching some video about a fort kit you could buy: duct tape, stickers, etc. I said this sounded like something we could do for ourselves, and sure enough, the kids were able to convert an IKEA sofa box into a rather spacious abode. They brought down sleeping bags, pillows, flashlights, even water bottles. I don’t think I’d let them sleep there on school nights, but it is still summer, for these weeks at least. The crickets are still buzzing at night and the sun is still hot, if the light is starting to slant in the late afternoons. Soon September will be here, with its sense of time passing. But for now there are still evenings of watching monarchs on the butterfly bushes. There is still time to chase my 7-year-old on his bike down the path by the retirement home. I can sit on the porch in the evening, watching the hummingbirds. Their wings whirl, like they’re off in a hurry somewhere.
But I am resisting the hurry for a few more days. In these bonus summer days, there is still time.