September's a funny month for being long yet flying by.  The school year starts, Adella gets to know her new teachers and their quirks and expectations, and my students get to know my quirks and expectations.  And I get to know them.  It's as magical as it is monumental.   Sometimes when the weekend comes, I congratulate myself for not having much to do, yet all I do is think about what to do next.


Still, we manage to get out and take in the scenery.  A few weeks back, we took a walk to an old fire tire to have a look around.  There is was: everything and silence and nothing.

On Saturday, we took a ride down to Pennsylvania and took in a bit more color on our way to seeing mom and dad.  

Maeve guarded Adella from who knows what in the back seat.  You can't be too sure in this world.  We do what we can.

Back at the ranch, I spent some time in the garden getting it ready for cooler weather.  The roses aren't ready to check out, though.  We had a warm burst of weather this weekend, but we know how that goes around here.  Autumn's coming.  So out came the geraniums for a winter and indoors, and in went the chrysanthemums.(Chrysanthemum is a beautiful word that should be worked into conversation as much as possible.  Those four syllables suggest the magic and splendor of autumn.)