stumbling to the clothesline before i even had coffee, this is the sight that jarred me awake. still in pjs, i marveled at the beauty of this saturday morning.
of all the long weekends in the year, this one's my favorite. summer's tasks are done but it's not yet time to begin the winter ones. today i'll shop for apples at the farm stand and woolen socks at the craft fair. tomorrow i'll bake and paint. i may begin to clean up the flower garden this weekend in anticipation of putting it to bed next month. but at some point, i'll be sure to go barefoot to the adirondack chair to read or doze or just daydream. it's that kind of weekend. it's that time of year.