Friday, September 17, 2010


Have to take a very brief pause from the bakery to mention that there is a gentle breeze blowing. An expectant breeze.

Not hot. Not cold. Not blustery.


I can imagine the turning of the leaves, the smell of smoke in the air, the shivery evenings that require a sweater.


The willow tree turns up her silvery leaves and waves a gently greeting. Palette of green gives way to dusting of gold, here and there. Crickets chirp, all throughout the day, making certain to not waste a moment.

They know.

Alright, already. Back to the bakery. But I had to pause and feel for a moment. I hope you pause to breathe in and breathe out a few times and enjoy the turning of the season.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

If I might say something about your words, they are beautiful. What a picture you paint with them.
I can say this since I am your Mom and I love what you write and have for a very long time.