We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.
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. Happy Birthday, Michael!
This year, after an early and cold start to the month, September 25 is shaping up to be the start of a run of beautiful early autumn days. Gerry’s heading out to climb mountains and I’ve got some appointments in town.
I’ve turned the heat off in the house (yes, early September was so cold that I succumbed to switching it on) and might even open some doors and windows today. Fall’s finest, he