Summer...you are moving way too FAST!

Just so you know, I am pitching a small hissy fit.  I'm not sure what you all think, but summer 2011 is flying by!  It's August 4th and I feel like I am just now getting my groove on.  This is upsetting to me because I've always been organized, mindful of what's going on and pretty much on top of things....at least that's the way it happens in my head.  My Mama Swain, (my mother's mother who l had the privilege of living beside of from diapers to 12 years old) if she were alive today would be telling me, "Donya Leigh, settle down. Yes, you have a lot going on but just make a list and start working it"...oh, how I miss her!
So, tonight there's no recipe to share - not yet anyway.  I've had a request from a friend to make Lemon Squares for his intern who's last day is tomorrow.  I'll be in the kitchen cooking, taking pictures and will send the recipe on shortly.....it's an awesome one!

Mama Swain in her backyard garden.

I am STILL negotiating with the laundry, handling boy stuff, dealing with regular household things, my own business ventures, plus more boy sports stuff and  then YIPPEE (that one is sincere), packing to head down east.  We've decided to get a family vaycay in right before school.  Indian Beach is very special and I am claiming a good time will be had with Big Sweetie and the boys.  Poor Hunter will not know what to do with this surprise since he's away at camp this week.  His feet will hit the ground from the church bus and then we'll be on the move. He'll be fine.
Now that I think about it....why am I in such a tizzy about things when I have so much to be thankful for? Then Mama Swain is in my head again...."Get yourself right and say your prayers, you are loved."  I get it.  So, let's make some Lemon Squares, do a little laundry, work on that packing list and spread some love...
My rant is over and the most important thing is....

Summer, I love you and it looks like I've been the one moving way too fast.
Counting my blessings,
Donya

*Just so you know, everyday, my Mama Swain wore a dress, pretty much like the one in the photograph.  I never saw her in trousers or pants.*