...I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure...
|wheel-thrown, altered, soda-fired box with linen waxed twine and glass bead|
September is just flying by for me. It seems as the days grow shorter I get this feeling that I must rush through my day to finish up whatever I was doing during the foggy, cool days of summer.
Autumn begins here as an awakening. As if to say--hey, wait a minute---what happened to summer---where's that little bit of promised warmth----that shimmering heat? And summer here replies before it leaves with a teasing, temperate breath and cloudless skies. So we have to enjoy this little bit of leftover summer before the fog rolls back again. That is what I have been doing this month. Enjoying this little bit of leftover summer. And falling in love with Fall again...what am I to do? I can't help it.......