...or more accurately, the last girls of summer. Last night marked the end of August, the blue moon, a final summer's picnic on the beach and Mali's last night on the island. She's leaving for her final year of college. Bummed? In a word: yes. I wish Mali would just live with us forever so that I would always have someone to watch X-files with and make fun of the cat. I mean, I have C. but he's no Moleskin.
I don't care what anybody says, end of August is the end of summer to me. No matter though, September is my favorite month.
Come on cool nights and rose hips and endless preserve making! Come on knitting season! Come on clear skies full of stars!
It's been a pretty awesome summer, but I'm ready for something different. Each season has its own pleasures.
Hey! If you can decipher this you can figure out where I live. Good luck!
Happy fall, peace and