we spent the past two days at my parents’ house, soaking up late august goodness. fools will tell you summer is slipping away, but anyone who knows anything knows that things are really just getting good.
rosa rugosa–probably the first latin plant name i learned, and among the few i’ve had the ability to retain. must be something about the way it rolls off the tongue. at this time of year, the bright pink flowers have shriveled away, leaving the fruit of the rose hip to ripen in the august sun. if you have the good fortune of walking by a rose hip-covered dune in next few weeks, breathe in deeply. one whiff will have you bliss-bound.
and if you overhear anyone grumbling about summer’s end, remind them of your friend erin because tonight she painted her toenails red, rubbed aloe vera on a sunburn, and ate roasted tomatoes ’til her stomach ached. if that doesn’t say summer, i don’t know what does.