Every time I look at the calendar I have to blink a few times. Is it really September already? Summer certainly gets a speeding ticket. It seems like yesterday when I was putting the finishing touches on the cookbook edits and summer was waiting in the wings. Today I'm wearing socks and on my third cup of tea. Fall is in the air, but I'm not too keen to rush into the sweaters and scarves and pumpkin pie just yet. There are 6 months of that to come. For me, it's still ice cream and all of the seasonal fruit that I love so much. Peaches, nectarines, Concord grapes, strawberries. I can't even look at a pumpkin as long as these are still around! I wait all winter for summer to come, so you better believe I'll hold on as long as I can. But, I'm no fool. The smell of fall is wafting around, and the first golden leaves are falling. I do like these end of summer days, and can certainly feel a transition happening. Most of our lives are spent in transition. The sweet passing moments between the moments; the rhythmic flows between the words. Let's love the transitions like they're destinations. Let's put all the worries and stress aside and just appreciate how nicely the sun goes down. And how tasty that ice cream is. And how good it feels to have the hand of someone you love holding your own.
