I heard a flock of geese this morning....the air has cooled...the deck is littered with bright red leaves that the Mayday has shed.......when the alarm shrills I wonder if I set it for the wrong time....it's still dark........it saddens me to think that in a few weeks my world will be blanketed under snow.....eight long months underneath this icy arctic cover......
The children are restless and not settling to play; it's as if down deep within they have primal knowledge of what is to come.
The Sears Wishbook has made an appearance and though not foremost in my mind, I feel the urge to begin my Christmas lists.
As I watch the Blue Jays comical ritualistic peanut burial I have to smile as he places a leaf marker. I understand his need to prepare for winter as I peruse my salsa recipe. I have this need to see all the colorful jars on the counter, listening for the satisfying snap.
We carry on ................ enjoying the last few days of August.
