I feel it in the early morning air. Onthe back patio this morning I said to Brad, “There’s a hint of autumn today.” He shook his head no. But I felt it, a wisp, suspended like gossamer threads beneath the river birch tree. Autumn…on its way.
The kids go back to school next Wednesday – Noah starts eighth grade, Rowan fifth.Don’t faint dead on the floor when I say this, but I’m not ready; I’m not ready for summer to end. I know. Unprecedented. Usually I’m in full-out count-down mode by now. Ma...
Published on August 06, 2015 09:46