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An old weather proverb says that, if the weather situation turns around Assumption day from good to bad, summer has come to an end, and even more if you live in the shadows of a range of hills, where the sun will vanish all too soon in those late days of August. Just now I am sitting on the terrace now cleared of any remnants of bathing utensils and am awaiting the forecasted storm front, which is supposed to bring cold and rain and an end to a summer that has not really been here this year. Six days with thirty degrees, four of it in June, and a few warm days with 26 won't make for real summer. I have been born in the late days of summer. The only season I love is summer. I like spring and tolerate a warm September. Then everything goes down the drain for me until next spring. I fear I am getting melancholic, bereft of the season I love...



Cassian and his dad having fun in the pool

Today was a fun day, even if I had to cook for six adults and one toddler. Nothing spicy, as usual with the little ones. Spicy things will have to wait until September, when DiL's work will be over. We might have to get back to non-spicy when Cassian's brother is born. Today's mums have huge problems with raising a second child along with the first one, so it seems. No problem, Cassian is an easy child though incredibly swift, too swift for me.
Namo cat is not doing well again. Not eating save for some goodies now and then, sleeping most of the time. Okay, the sleeping all the time thing is not new, he is old for a cat and worn out. We will see if he pulls through this time. It's not the first time he's at death's door and begins to munch his food two days later...