This morning I went around opening windows. There's a coolness in the air these days, the kind of air that makes me want to vent this space of ours and allow it to be blasted, cleansed. With a second cup of coffee in my hand, the blend of warm and cool washes over me. It's beginning to feel like fall. I am feeling alive.
Today, there is work to be done in the garden. An apple tree needs watering along with two new Cleavland Pears. I will pull what is left of the beans, no longer producing. Squash and melon are ready for snipping from the vines. In place of the beans I will plant a few rows of beets, maybe some carrots for winter soup. The Black-Eyed Susans are ready for dead-heading, sunflower blooms will be scattered for the birds. Alas. I do know when to put down my summer lovin' sword. I do know the time has come to say see you again summer, my soul mate.
This morning while driving home from dropping Theo at school I felt my heart in my hands. Its beat hearty and boundless. I believe what I felt was joy - pure gladness for this day, this moment.