tonight after dinner we all ended up at the corn stalks in the backyard.
one by one we hovered to pick out what might be our very last of the season.
shucked them onto the grass, and gorged ourselves on their sweet popping tender goodness.
not one ear of corn ever made it inside to a boiling water pot.
not one ear of corn ever made it more than two steps away from its very own stalk.
summer in my yard will forever be dawned by shucking husks onto the grass
and eating raw corn from the cob.
max and brennan chased each other across the yard with pieces of corn husk.
they said they were swords.
and went between crying and laughing and rolling in the grass
on top of each other the entire time.
sean and i mapped out where we were going to plant a peach tree.
and two maple trees over the fence.
i told him it felt cold,
and that i just can't imagine it ever snowing again
when the days are so perfect and green like this.
and then we both laughed,
envisioning the blankets of snow
that will grace our lawn and garden no more
in the months to come.
i can't wait to be standing in my house when the first snowflakes start falling down outside,
watching the white feathers fall onto my grass,
cozzying up around us like a big white warm hug.
is this heaven?
no, it's utah:)
it's cold enough for hot chocolate.