Is anyone else in shock that it's now august? I mean real, unbelievable shock. I haven't even broken out the trusty vintage swimsuit yet.
These are the days we all ache for come february and they're slipping by as quick as can be. Normally I'm all excited for fall and flannel and sweaters come june, but this year is different. Can't it be summer forever? Please?
On saturday my boss plunked down 2 plums and a nectarine on the counter as he made his way home from the farmers market. Divine happiness. They were the kind of little plums that you can eat like cherries. You take one bite the normal way, slurp up the juice and pop them in your mouth, nearly whole and spit out the pit. If you are lucky, a little juice runs down your arms, which is a sure sign of deliciousness. Happens most often with insanely ripe and perfect peaches.
I've been meaning to post a photo of this 1930's apple sauce label since I redid my header ages ago, but forgot where i had stashed it. Look familiar? My photoshop chops aren't exactly up to snuff, but there you go.
This past week has been a whirlwind and this coming one seems to be more of the same. Tomorrow is an exciting day for me, fingers crossed, okay?