Summer Scorecard

This summer has become something of a numbers game. I find myself counting things I never intended to.

• Number of baby turkeys trailing their mom.

• Days above 90 degrees.

• Full moons.

• Rainstorms.

• Moose in the neighborhood (still zero).

• Green tomatoes that aren't even blushing yet.

• Raspberries from a single picking.

• Piles of noxious weeds I've pulled.

• Boats on the lake.

• Boat rides that ended with a sunset.

• Local canyons explored.

• BLT sandwiches.

• Cinnamon rolls from Moose Buns.

• Cubs wins (and inevitable losses).

• Pickleball wins (still zero).

• Visitors who say, "Wow, that's quite a view."

• Projects started (quite a few).

• Projects finished (enough).

• Times I've said, "I can't believe we live here."

I suppose every summer has its own scorecard.

These just happen to be the numbers I'm keeping this year. Not because I planned to. Not because I set a goal.

Just because they're the things I've been noticing.

And that feels remarkably satisfying.