I walked through the house and heard a noise in the back yard.
I walked out the back door, across the back deck, down the back deck steps. There in front of me was Youngest Daughter . . . wearing a bathing suit . . . jumping on the trampoline . . . with a sprinkler blasting up from the bottom of the trampoline . . . freezing water wetting her down. The sun up above roasting hot.
(Please excuse the tattered net. Yes, of course there's a story, but now is not the time : ) )
In that moment, all fall images faded away. And I was instead pulled back into the world of popsicles, sunscreen, flip flops and beach towels.
And the house . . . it was caught in the middle fall at the front door, summer out the back.
I love this time of year when for a little while I can drink deeply from the cup of both seasons.
Summer winding down . . . wearing out. Fall gearing up . . . sashaying in.
And for a little while I can have "the best of both worlds."