Fall

Another month has slowly followed the last—from the almost unbearable heat to a distinctive chill in the mornings and evenings. We have so many tomatoes and peppers. The cucumbers and squash were annihilated by hail one evening.

One of my prize flowers, the pink hollyhock finally bloomed. Mind you, down the street, on a corner with no babying or extra water THAT hollyhock has bloomed all summer.

I love summer. I am sorry to see it leave. But fall is the next best. It is the time when I start writing once again every day. With long walks, boating, camping trips, and family discussions on the back porch nearly over, it is time to buckle down and get my first novel in tip top condition.

  

Here's to a long season of writing.

It is the Lord your God you must follow, and him you must revere. Keep his commands and obey him; serve him and hold fast to him. Deuteronomy 13:4