entering candle season.

dispatches and survival tactics as the light wanes.

Last night, I melted slices of provolone over sautéed garlicky kale that I’d piled on olive-oil drenched bread, so I guess you could say I’m embracing the idea that summer is waning. Over the weekend, James made candles. The kids have pulled out the brightly colored domino blocks from under the bunk beds and returned to their favorite evening rituals of the long-night months: block building, break dancing, asking for just one more chapter to be read aloud before bed. One more cup of hot tea. Part of me has started to panic. It’s too soon for this. At this rate, we’ll exhaust the magic of the rainbow domino blocks and before-bedtime tea before we even turn the clocks back.