September, where did you go? Summer left and I miss it so.
Bare skin, sunshine, warm sailing days slip into sweaters and shawlettes to combat the grey.
The first grey weekend in eons gives me the opportunity to nest in my new studio space, plow ahead on indoor quilting projects and begin blogging again.
Most New Englanders love fall and jump into formation as soon as the first apple drops in late August. Me, I wait for the equinox, with full knowledge that by Thanksgiving, the best of fall leads to that quiet hibernation called winter. Sigh.
Ok, no use worrying about tomorrow today…