There are hints of autumn now in these last three weeks of summer. The garden is weary of the heat and humidity and I must confess, I am too. There is a sudden longing for the smell of wood smoke, the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot and the warmth of a favorite sweater.
When summer winds down, I am always reminded of childhood summers when the hours in a day surely number more than 24, when the thought of school was something foreign and strange. But in the end, the school year started and the excitement of a new chapter in life was all that mattered.
May the end of summer and the beginning of autumn find you as full of wonder and enthusiasm as a child.