In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden, 1905 On a beautiful late-September afternoon, after enjoying food and fellowship with family, we harvest the beets. I’ve lost my mojo for food preservation this
We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost. Henry Rollins I can remember some years when September 25th was cold. I recall others when it felt like summer was lingering. I remember best, this day thirty-eight years ago when my son was born.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s RUSH) and write for five minutes about it. Today, the last day of what
Adoption Loss is the only trauma in the world where the victims are expected by the whole of society to be grateful. The Reverend Keith C. Griffith, MBE I am gifted with an opportunity to meet and spend time with another cousin and his spouse, Ken and Valerie—he, the youngest brother in the family of
I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now. Louisa May Alcott, Little Women I wake—again—from the kind of sleep that wraps around you like a thick and sticky black glue. My body aches. It’s the third or fourth time since midnight that I’ve fought my way to the surface, and struggled again to return to
It is the still, yellow kind of afternoon when one is apt to get stuck in a dream if one sits very quiet. Dodie Smith I look forward to a run of still, yellow August afternoons. My weary body tells me it is in need of rest by manifesting symptoms that need attention. My mind
When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place. C.S. Lewis It’s an ordinary moment; the best ones are. Makiya is tucked into bed with a book, I’m on the couch nursing a back in spasm, and Laurinda is sitting on the floor folding laundry. We’re chatting and half-watching an