Big, bright, beautiful summer. I have perhaps indulged too much. Too many yeses, too many why nots and too many well okays. Too many times we've left the house in a messy rush for one festival, farmers market, road trip or careless whim adventure only to return to a home that felt burglarized. Decaying dishes, windows with filth and muck, closets a crying shame of crazy and cobwebs outta control.
Don't even look under the beds.
It's gone in the blink of an eye. All this.
But it is possible that I have had too much summer.