There I was in a swivet about the presentation to the Wilkinson bunch when Lois Dawson called. It was time to stop working on the slideshow now, she told me. I needed to forget about it for a little minute. Would I like to come over and go for a walk? She was making some raspberry tarts to bring to the presentation. She and Gary would get there early to help set up.
I'm always talking about our ribbon roads. For those of you from Away, this is exactly what I mean.
It got cold Labor Day weekend and in spite of my confident predictions it looks like it’s going to stay cold. Not cold cold, you understand, just normal fall weather, but I was sort of counting on some nice, warm days in September. Everyone is pulling boats out, getting them shrink-wrapped, Closing Up For The […]
I tell you, some days are just full of adventures. I didn’t even get pictures of everything from Thursday and I have more than I can possibly use. I think I’m going to start at the end and work my way backwards. Tom Vranich had left a message on my answering machine–by which you know […]
I always think of my grandmother at this time of year. Grasshoppers bound across sandy meadows dotted with orange hawkweed. It's peaceful. It smells good. There's nothing in the world to worry about. I can feel her hand holding mine, feel the sun warm on my chubby knees, hear her say "That's Indian paintbrush." Except . . . it wasn't.
I love September. There's a lot of good walking weather and the air is clear so you can see things. Wonderful things.
September 21, 2010
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