Hi Reader, With every year, comes a deeper appreciation for summer's slow transition into autumn. I relish the chilly mornings with its beam of warm sun that meets my face and the early fog that quietly lifts as dawn breaks. The tall, twisty wildflowers have turned brown, their seeds like little puffs of cloud, waiting to let go with the next breeze. Leaves fall slowly from the big maple tree, one by one, spotted orange and red. There's something inside of me that wants to join the flowers...

Hi friend, It's always about this time of the year when I find myself longing for autumn. Like someone eagerly waiting for a letter to arrive in the mail, I rush outside to see if today will be the day — disappointed when it's still warm and sunny. It sounds silly to say it out loud... And yet, come late autumn, I'll once again find myself checking the mailbox, wondering if today when be the day when fresh snow is finally delivered. Is there a piece of us that's always longing for what's new?...

Hi Reader, I hope your week is off to a gentle start — whatever that may look like to you here in the middle of summer! I don't know about you, but I'm sometimes overwhelmed with the fast pace of summer. With morning birds singing their songs at early hours of the day and the heat of the day advancing quickly, there's a kind of motivation to get moving, get going — go, go, go! Weed the garden, before it gets too hot. Keep going 'til the sun goes down — which we know happens much later now....