The lost summer

Have you seen summer? I missed it. I completely seemed to have lost it.

Autumn is here already, it's taken be by surprise and I find myself feeling wistful for the warmer days. Which is not like me I know, but somehow, with a full life of work and parenting, this summer passed by and I didn't have time to stop and notice it. It didn't drag on like normal, it seemed to be over in the blink of an eye and I don't think I did enough awesome summer stuff.

Not enough swims in the cool water, no Friday night fishing, no garden filled with zucchinis. I didn't scoff enough cherries or eat enough juicy peaches standing over the sink. We didn't have enough BBQs, eat dinner outside and certainly not enough late evening walks in the cool night air. Somehow, somewhere summer just passed me by. How did that happen?

I checked the calendar, yep, December, January and February were certainly there. So I checked my photos and there I did find summer, well glimpses of it anyway. Photos from a swim in the legendary Longley water hole, a sail down the river, picking blackcurrants, a picnic in a paddock, a weekend road trip in the country heat.

Seems there was an actual summer, and bits of it were glorious. And I have proof that it did happen, but still, it went too fast and I'm feeling nostalgic for summer.

So here's the proof of my lost summer. But it still feels over too soon. I miss it. The lost summer of 2015.