These Precious Days by Liz Flaherty

Welcome, September! We're heading into one of my favorite times of year right now, when the view out the west window changes every day, the air is fresh and crisp and smelling of harvested grain and apples and everything pumpkin. (If you don't like apples and/or everything pumpkin, that's fine, but we don't discuss that here.)
I took the title of this week's blog from "September Song." While the song itself doesn't fit, these are indeed precious days. All of them are.
It's also the season of holid...