Dear Reader:

When I pulled out a book on poems the other day…this beautiful picture that Joan drew (a few years ago) slipped out where I had marked a piece of prose that seemed to match this painting.

This is one of those paintings where we feel like we are taking a photo of the scene and are inside the frame, experiencing the sounds, smells, and sights from within. Does that make any sense to you?

Fall colors sprinkle the boardwalk…as if summer is coming to an end …and I find myself wanting to walk faster down the plank walkway so I can wave to the sailboat to turn back towards land…to turn towards me…so, I, too can sail away to the land of dreams.

I have decided today to pause and turn around to share some wonderful comments several of you have written lately…because they have added such much to the daily themes. Your comments make me sail faster and stronger.

For example…the blog yesterday on the special beauty of the lights of September brought these comments to “light.”

1.  ((Susan)

*I feel EXACTLY that way about September!! 

September, October and November are my 3 favorite months………and I feel like I’m finally in sync with things….. I also feel a bit of homesickness or nostalgia or whatever it is; and I think it’s because I have such wonderful memories of these months throughout my life. Nothing can top the high school memories of football games, new school crushes, lots of beginnings and excitement….Then college autumns….mostly remembered as being the only one up in the cool dark mornings to get breakfast before heading to the conservatory.

YAY for September!!

2. ( Jo)

You are so right about the feel of Sept. Not only the lights, but the fall colors seem to arouse wonderful memories. I remember: being allowed to jump into a pile of leaves that had just been raked (takes a patient person to allow that, but that was my Mother), parties with bonfires and melting marsh mellows until they were black, the crisp air on my face (that may come later this month), crops getting right to harvest and many being harvested, new school clothes which we wore no matter how hot the first day of school was, and of course, football (when I was in high school we had 7-man football teams because the schools were so small, but it didn’t matter the excitement was still there, and the upside to that was everyone who wished to play had the opportunity.) Thanks for your blog today which has started my day with such great feelings as you brought back wonderful, peaceful, happy memories, and by calling Colby and saying, “rabbit”!

Joan sent some hilarious cartoons (but also scary because they hit too close to the truth) on the demise of conversation today. Perhaps that is why I enjoy you sharing your thoughts about a particular blog post with me…it is rarer and rarer to hear people’s thoughts through the written medium.

I have a feeling that little Grady, Harriett Edward’s newborn grandson, will share everything he knows about conversation loudly and incessantly! Congratulations Harriett! So happy for you, Frankie, and all the family!

Rudy is scheduled for surgery today!..Please pray that his scans for further tumors come back negative so they don’t have to abort the surgery at the last minute.

We would all like to keep our “little man” around for as long as he can still enjoy the quality of life he does now.

Anne and I were laughing at this big little moonflower bloom that decided to just sit on the ground and not bother climbing anywhere to bloom. Earlier I had put the bud over a little stick in the ground and sure enough that is where the bloom appeared. Anne got my (seen a better day) little rabbit out of the garage so he, too, could have his 15 seconds of fame.