Whose purse was it I wonder? What could have been inside? I must have had a strange fascination with purses when I was a small child. I loved looking through my mom's "pocketbook". It smelled of lipstick and Lifesavers. She kept plenty of pens and pencils in there. We used them when we drew on the bulletins during the sermon at church. She didn't carry keys that I recall, because she didn't drive a car. There were Kleenex in there... just in case one of us needed one. They were usually clean... I'm sure she had a wallet and sometimes the checkbook, if it wasn't in the drawer at home. Hmmm, what else?I never carried a purse myself until I was in high school. I felt silly with a purse, like I was trying to be someone I wasn't. Eventually it became a good idea to have one. I had "girl things" I needed to carry, although what all that was I don't recall. (Some of it I do.)
Now I rarely leave the house without my purse. It's my little French silk handbag that Ginger made. I won it in a drawing at Christmas and I love it. I always have my wallet (well, almost always). It holds my important stuff. You know, credit card, store cards, my license, medical cards... postage stamps. I have my lip balm and car keys, a miniature calculator and several old receipts, a checkbook that I never use, sometimes some cash, but most importantly... a good supply of gum!





















Yesterday the girls camped out. We made foil dinners for lunch, cooked hotdogs on sticks for supper, and roasted marshmallows and made smores before bed. We included the boys for the food but only the girls slept out in the tent, Hannah, Sara, Alysa, me, and Jasmine. The girls told silly stories and giggled for a while before finally settling down for the night. (I pretended to be asleep and listened.) I struggled with a headache for the first part of the night but when "Mother Nature" called loud and clear, I headed into the house for the bathroom and some Advil. It was 2:30 am and the sky was full of stars. It was breathtaking! Part of me wanted to sit out and just stare up at the sky but the other part doesn't like being out in the dark alone, so I went back into the tent. I fell asleep listening to the crickets chirp.




Anyway, I have begun to feel a little bit of change in the air this past week. Its still warm and summer-like but there is a new feel to the air, a fresh breeze, a lowering of the clouds, a cooler temperature in the evening... There are those who may disagree, but this is my favorite time of year. It is cool enough to enjoy a midafternoon walk and warm enough to camp out at night. The cicadas are buzzing outside and soon the apple harvest will begin, the leaves will start to change color and the kids will go back to... Okay, maybe we won't talk about that just yet! We'll just enjoy the rest of summer. I think it's time to set up the tent in the backyard and make like we're really on a campout. (Call for your reservations soon, time is running out!)


Sometimes I wonder what happened to my great grandfather's green thumb and then I remember that on occasion I see my own children trying it on. Beth was sporting a rather lovely shade of jade as she worked my flower gardens several years ago. She even grew her own vegetable garden when she was about 16. Dave is often showing off his green thumb as he does his groundscaping job here and there. He loves to take a neglected area and fill it with flowers, ornamental plants and groundcover. I've also seen Ben show an interest in plants and growing things.
As a child I had a strange fascination with cemeteries. They were full of pretty rocks and trees and flowers. Looked like a rock garden to me. Maybe grandpa's green thumb isn't gone afterall!
