Early morning fog.
Chris and I sat on the deck and watched it all unfold. It was beautiful and mysterious. There one moment and gone the next.
That’s exactly what early September feels like to me. Beautiful and mysterious. What’s coming?
I received this quick email from a dear friend this morning and I couldn’t agree more.
To me, early September is more like “New Years” than January 1. Perhaps this is because I’ve been attending school myself, or sending my kids to school, or teaching school (or a combination!) for most of my life! This time of year is a “new beginnings time” for me.
It’s Labour Day Monday here in Ontario, Canada and I feel anticipation and excitement.
Sure feels like a time of change. New routines. Cooler weather. Homemade soups.
Bring it on!
I put on my bright yellow rubber boots, picked every ripe cherry tomato out of the garden and made two huge pots of tomato mush with the food processor. ( Soon to be salsa?) Chris and I cranked up the tunes with The Best of The Moody Blues and Electric Light Orchestra, cleaned all the kitchen cupboard fronts, made tomato sauce with all the big tomatoes and gave the house one of Chris’ super-duper-spider-cobweb-vacuuming-sessions. Next, we hopped on our bikes and headed to the canal to watch the boats and have a picnic lunch. When we got home, we jumped in the boat for an afternoon ride around the lake. I brought my chai tea but one big wave and the foam flew away!
Best moment of the day? Sitting crosslegged at the front of the boat, bouncing on the waves and thinking of the fall – definitely my favourite season of the year. I looked around at Chris driving the boat and he gave me a big smile. Boating is definitely Chris’ happy place so for that moment in time, everything was perfect.
I yelled back, “I LOVE THIS!”
Feeling secure and loved and content and so thankful for these beautiful moments.
September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours. Rowland E. Robinson