The mountain ash outside the window is looking a little thread bare these days.
It clings to it's scarlet berries in a vain attempt to dignity.
Evening bike rides once a leisurely escape, are now a desperate dash against the ever so prompt close of day.
Jeans become an essential part of the ward robe again.
Salsa is canned from rampant, brimming gardens.
Intriguing books make their way home from libraries.
I reluctantly close the window by my kitchen sink. I keep it open all summer unless there is a heavy down pour. I leave it open a little...I must hear the sounds from nature and the traffic on the road. It's strange but it soothes me.
Are you like me does the departure of summer make you feel a little spent? all the while its strides away, oblivious to any stir of emotion it may have caused...
Happy weekend to you. Our plans to attend the fall fair today look like they need improvisation....let's see....
to be continued...
It clings to it's scarlet berries in a vain attempt to dignity.
Evening bike rides once a leisurely escape, are now a desperate dash against the ever so prompt close of day.
Jeans become an essential part of the ward robe again.
Salsa is canned from rampant, brimming gardens.
Intriguing books make their way home from libraries.
I reluctantly close the window by my kitchen sink. I keep it open all summer unless there is a heavy down pour. I leave it open a little...I must hear the sounds from nature and the traffic on the road. It's strange but it soothes me.
Are you like me does the departure of summer make you feel a little spent? all the while its strides away, oblivious to any stir of emotion it may have caused...
Happy weekend to you. Our plans to attend the fall fair today look like they need improvisation....let's see....
to be continued...
