When I was in Montana, I found this day to be a very melancholy day. Even though the hottest days of summer were ahead, this was always this beginning of the slide into winter, which would begin in September frequently, but always by October. Winter would last until well into April, and often into May. So instead of celebrating all the flowering and the growing and the sweet breezes, I would get sad. I’m fighting that a little bit today, but I got out and finished planting my garden, which was wonderful. We had wanted to go to the coast and walk on the beach, but sadly, the boy was very sick this morning. He’s better this afternoon, but it made for an impossible trip.
Anyhow, I’m enjoying the day. I hope you are as well.