You feel a lot like summer. Things are still green and hot here, though in the 80s rather than 90s, and the evenings and mornings are cooler. A few leaves are starting to turn, but not many near me. Days like this are still to come . . .

It’s been years since I’ve been to Sunapee in the fall–David was the helpful one for closing-up tasks–but I have many great memories.

Although the leaves here on the Front Range aren’t doing much yet, the sunset last night looked like a river of gold coming down from the heavens.

And tonight a full moon was rising just as fireworks were going off about a hundred yards from my deck.

Even the grocery store is sporting fall color.

September has other things going for it, too, like picture day for the boys.

Plus new classes and loads of poetry events. One of my poems finally placed first, this one for a poem in a specific form in the Columbine Poets of Colorado annual contest. Woohoo! Almost as good as a gold star! 😉 Mine is a concrete poem (what used to be called a shaped poem). If you’d like to read it, click on the title: Pears.

So while I wait for a bit more of this . . .

I’m savoring time with dear ones, unexpected beauty, happy surprises, and as always, God’s grace and peace.  I hope you are too!