strands
Oh, the sweet promise of a late summer breeze. The air heavy in the leaves and the sun slanting low over the garden. The neighborhood pool ringing with children’s voices, absorbed in the moment . . . the children don’t know or care that summer is coming to an end. They have right now. But we know, and we look to the fall with a sigh of relief. Cooler temperatures, turning leaves, wool in the hands and soon, on the shoulders. If you’re like me, you work on woolly sweaters through the spring and summer months, anticipating that day when it’s cool enough to don the finished object. As the summer of 2015 wanes and I look to the next season, I find myself changing more than my clothes. After this…
