The darkness lingers longer in the early morning...
Along the tree line in the acreage at the back the flocks of starlings have begun their nightly ritual of high pitched birdsong.
The transition to another season is at hand...
Though the long, hot days of August are just a recent memory amidst the pickle canning, jam making and sauce cooking it is the simplicity of September and beyond I joyfully anticipate...
There have been auctions to work as well and hidden treasures to discover...
Several such goodies have me daydreaming just how I'll put them to wonderful use...
Looks like I have some tiny shoes to fill...
