It's Labor Day weekend already!
No more excuses. My last post explained I would be gone for awhile as we concentrated on our son's wedding. Well, that was over a month ago. I have been feeling guilty and empty since not picking back up writing my blog. I can't believe it is Labor Day weekend already.
There is so much to catch you up on but so little time. I will just have to attempt to fill in the gaps with future postings. The micro update version is: The wedding was awesome. Ziggy is now seven months old. Our roof has finally been re-shingled. Everyone's health is well. We have a new kitten. My garden did well and is still producing, despite the lack of TLC it received. And we have been out hiking every weekend.
The main focus of my life is Ziggy. Sure, he would take a back seat if truly important family matters came up, but they haven't, so he is top priority. Some days I second guess my choice in breeds - an Australian Cattle Dog is not for everyone - then he will have a "good" day and I forget about the challenges he brings. One reason I haven't jumped back into writing is because he is so very demanding. But right now, all his needs have been met and he is sleeping peacefully, giving me a chance to write. I should be doing other stuff, but that other stuff never seems to end.
With Labor Day, comes the end of summer. I absolutely love summer and everything that goes with it, minus the biting bugs. I love the sunshine, the warm sun on my face, swimming, hiking, gardening, BBQ's, and all the other activities June, July, and August bring. But fall is by far my favorite season. The season tourists usually hit the road after this weekend and things tend to quiet down some here at the lake, as well as out on the trails. The humidity wanes, the air is crisper and more refreshing, and I don't have to bathe in DEET to enjoy a day outside. Oh, and the colors. I love the fall colors.
This summer was brutally hot. Poor Ziggy could not get comfy. As much as he needs to get out and just run, on those hot humid days, he did not want to go outside. He didn't even want to hang out on the shore because he still isn't completely confident in the water. We live on the lake and we ended up using a kiddy pool for him to cool off in. He will jump in that to drink and get wet. He will run through streams, puddles, ditches, and gross marshy areas, but will not swim.
I hear chirping. Yeah, his bark sounds more like chirping. It's high pitch is deafening and so annoying! I can honestly say, I hate it. So, I must end. I managed to break my writing dry spell, even if it was only with a handful of paragraphs. See you in the future, and who knows, maybe Ziggy Tails may begin back up with a season 2.
All the best,
Emily