Outside my window, I hear the crickets chirping as the wind rustles the leaves in the pear tree. Summer is still very much with us. Yet, every year at this time, I yearn for the arrival of fall (what I’ve always proclaimed to be my favorite season). Not this year, though.
Hmmm… Generally, I cannot wait for the first chill in the
air, falling leaves, or sight of potted mums. This August, however, I’m contented to be exactly where I
am—in August—dry, hot, sticky August.
Could it be I’m learning the joy of each moment’s presence?
Is it simply that the thought of impending snow, ice and sub-zero temps are
already making me shudder a tad bit?
Guess I won’t truly know if what I’m feeling, this August,
is simply the joy of where I am, presently or not until January. I’m willing to wait and see on that one
(smile).
Throughout this post, I’ve sprinkled photos I snapped a few
days ago, while enjoying a day trip to Lake Erie for shop browsing and wine
tasting. August, 90+ degrees and
all, it’s exactly where I want to be—relishing the beauty of right now.
Experience the wonder of this day! Joy & peace, T.
