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!

Roundabouts are becoming more and more common in northern Colorado, and since here in my hometown I tend to know where I’m going, it’s a simple (sort of) matter of choosing the right gap to enter the flow of cars.

In France, they’re everywhere. David and I had plenty of experience with them: on the way to Saint-Émilion. . .

and Château des Baudry. . .

and Tours and the châteaux of the Loire Valley.

Since I was navigating, I had to try to read the little signs as they flashed by on our way around. Sometimes it took an extra lap or two to find the road we wanted, but we eventually made it, hence the photos. You’d think David would have been a roundabout pro by the time we headed here. . .

to Saratoga Springs, New York, in August of 2014, but no. We encountered one, the bulk of it only slightly raised from the surrounding roadway, maybe a small planting of something or other in the very center. David accidentally drove right over it, to the horrified fascination of all onlookers, myself included. Fortunately, on all our adventures with Jacky and Pascale in France, Jacky drove. Merci encore une fois !

Mostly, David and I found the right road. Jacky always did. But life sometimes flings us off the roundabout and onto a road we didn’t see coming and wouldn’t have chosen. I’ve had news recently of several friends facing heartbreaking situations, and others suffering pain or worrying uncertainty. Maybe you have, too. I pray grace,  peace, strength and comfort for them every day, and that those of us in their orbit would know how to help.

I do know a bit about sudden sharp turns. David would have been 71 today, and he is still so sorely missed.

For those who knew and loved him, I pray your day is filled with wonderful memories of him, even if you didn’t get to witness the unforgettable roundabout kerfuffle.

Here’s hoping your roundabouts and the roads they send you out upon are navigable, with many shining moments of beauty and joy. Bonne route !

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