We’re entering my favorite time of year. It can still be warm, but people are slowing down, and the shadows are getting longer, and the nights seem darker and colder. It seems appropriate to have hot soup and pot roasts again.
Before long, we’ll have that lovely brief period of cold, clear, windy days before settling in under winter’s blanket of damp, overcast skies.
It has been a lovely summer, one of the loveliest I remember, but I’m ready to move on.