The Summer -- A Review

This summer I had such a long list of books to read and ended up getting very little read. I did read several books about the Middle East, Frankenstein, The Enchantress of Florence, and not much else. So where did the hours go? Day dreaming, yes. Working on various projects, yes. Renovating the kitchen, yes. Vacation, yes. Time with the kids, yes. Lots of swim meets, yes. Lots of time with friends. Hosting my 90-year-old grandmother for a week, yes.

Indeed, the summer seemed to be a time to reconnect with real people instead of books.

I did spend an inordinate amount of time in our new vegetable garden. I would spend the morning weeding or typing up plants or watering. But every night starting in July, I would go outside and cut fresh lettuce to make a salad. And now I am cutting basil to make fresh pesto. There are still a few tomatoes turning red in the late fall sun, but not many. I need to find my old recipe for chocolate cake made with pureed green tomatoes.

So on the reading front, the summer was not memorable, but life is not all about books.