Monday, September 15, 2014
I've also revisited places I haven't seen in years. I even got to visit my gramma's old house.
But the best homecoming of all has been returning home today. It's been one of those rare September days when the air is warm and sweet, hot as any day in July.
The berries still on the bush are continuing to ripen (I picked enough for a pie for the freezer and for a dessert for tonight).
The quince are nearly ripe, but autumn is clearly nearby.
Something I suppose about the angle of the light, the way it seems to break into disparate beams. The spiders are weaving their oversized nets, hoping to catch the last of the summer insects. The floppy autumn crocuses have opened their pale blossoms to these last days of warmth.
The clues are here: change is in the air. But oh, it's sure beautiful right now.