Over the weekend, we attended Phases of the Moon music festival with a handful of friends. In my eyes, the festival was going to be our one last summer hurrah. There would be music, friends, and staying up way past our bed times. Good summertime times. And minus the nine hour wait to enter the festival grounds after a five hour drive there, there really was nothing but good times.
Though it wasn’t the “goodbye” to summer that I thought it was going to be, since mother nature decided to let fall out of the bag a little bit early then we all expected. I don’t think a single person in our group packed the right clothing for 40 degree temperatures at night and plenty of rain. Shorts and tank tops do not do a very good job at keeping you warm in that kind of weather. We soaked up the afternoon that the sun came out while sitting in chairs out on the lawn watching gov’t mule and drinking fresh squeezed lemonade recognizing that we are going to have to make it through another long winter before we get to have moments like that again. If “bittersweet moment” is ever a perfect description for something, saying goodbye to summer is one.
Summer 2014 treated us well – better than I could have ever expected. We searched and found the perfect home to rent, celebrated one year of marriage, went to the drive-in movie theater, spent time at the lake, attended lots of concerts, drank sangria, and margaritas, too. I saw lots of improvement in my yoga practice as I really immersed myself into it. I grew as a person, and together, Zack and I grew as a couple. I also feel like I should mention the sheer amount of tacos we ate because we sure did eat a lot of tacos.
Hello, Fall. I feel like you are a few weeks early, but I really love having an excuse to wear a scarf, even if Zack claims it doesn’t match my outfit. Matching is overrated anyway.