Saturday, August 22, 2015

August 22




The first of the leaves have started to appear on the deck. Not many, but enough to sweep up. I've begun lighting the candles some evenings. It's dark when I get up, and when I go to bed. September is coming soon enough, but it can take its time.


Cal's birthday was a few days ago, and he and a few friends were in and out of the water until dark. While they played, I watched a couple of immature eagles circling, gliding; searching, perhaps, for one last meal, or maybe just out for the joy of flight.

3 comments:

Ève said...

It s the same here: the light has changed.
And figs are ripe, which always means back to school for us!

house on hill road said...

There's a change in the air here. The days are still hot, just not quite as hot, and the kids are all back in school. I'm trying to savor the end of summer to hold me through the winter.

You've been in my thoughts. I hope all your writing is going well. xo.

Lecia Phinney said...

Eve: I love your description of marking the start of school with ripe figs!

Erin: thank you! I'm on the home stretch with the writing. September 15 is just around the corner, and then it will be in my editor's hands.