I can’t believe I missed it yesterday — it’s my favorite season. Maybe it was the fact that the thermometer hit 95 degrees that had me confused. But here it is, just a day late.

I can still smell the crisp, cool New England air of my childhood, when we’d rake the leaves into a big pile, then jump into them and have to rake them up all over again. Finally our father would scoop them into the burn barrel and set them afire. It was legal then, before all of today’s industrial pollution.

So many things we were privileged to know, that today’s kids never will. We were the lucky ones.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
9/23/24