Well, the sun’s not so hot in the sky today
and you know I can see summertime slipping on away.
A few more geese are gone, a few more leaves turning red,
but the grass is as soft as a feather in a featherbed.
September Grass ~ James Taylor
There’s been a change in the light, the air, the smell of the ocean, the way the days start and how they end. Summer is coming to an end here on our little island. We are approaching the beautiful, vibrant days of autumn! A time for wool socks and cozy pullovers, evening fires and chopping wood. The trails are carpeted with leaves that speak to you and have so much to say. Come and hear their stories!
“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery,