Two more days of August left to spend! For the most part I've spent my summer well, if not wisely. I've poured sweat, taken the sun, inhaled fragrances, walked the neighborhood, observed, tended, fretted over, and collected from the gardens. Inti ran miles and miles chasing the orange ball and walked as many miles with me on our circuit. Duffy stood outside remembering, it seems. Molly had excellent kitty TV with hummingbirds and wren families. There's a lot to be said for truly inhabiting one's life. I have simply showed up and watched my life unfold before me. Still, the idea of September brings some feelings of panic - opportunities wasted, work yet to be done. Growing up, September and early October were my very favorite periods. As if the glitz had melted away in the autumn rains, the world was revealed to me in its stark simplicity. And it was wet! The path from home all the way to the beach was paved in my favorite element.