The weather cooled for just about a week.
We turned off the ac, opened up the windows and the whole house drank in the glorious fresh air. We ate, played and sipped our wine out of doors and remembered what it was like to love the sun. The hot is slowly creeping back in and reaching 90 during the day but that little taste of southern fall and winter weather to come left a smile in my heart.
September is always a l-o-n-g month to get through…. still so hot and my northern heart gets all confused at the lack of red leaves and crisp air. A mantra rolls around in my head "almost….almost…." and I feel like the little engine that could just nearing the top of the hill…. I think I can.
Kayaking. Picnics. Knitting. Oh, have I ever missed you. Soon dear friends, soon!
Until then, I will be grateful for the little taste of goodness to come and keep on keeping on. That week of lovely weather was savored like a perfect soup, good to the very last drop.