There’s a shift in the weather, in our schedules, in our bodies, in the light. The sun is noticeably lower in the sky and darkness arrives much earlier than it did only a few weeks ago. I’ve pulled out our basket of wool blankets to keep us toasty in the evenings and early mornings. The end of September is time for stacking wood, soccer games, leaves beginning to turn, watching the first of the geese fly south, blooming mums, pumpkins on the porch, and biting into crisp, tart apples from the orchard up the road. Our town celebrates its birthday this time each year, and finishes off the party with the most beautiful fireworks I have ever seen; the orchestration of it is art. For me, it’s always a celebratory and symbolic send-off into Fall which gives way to long, snowy, cold winters. Which by the way, I love. XO and thanks for stopping by!
Susan Tuttlefine art photography
