While Waiting

“When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream, glides away.”~Sarah Helen Whitman
We’re in the middling, between the end of summer and the advent of autumn (the most delicious of seasons).  We are suspended between cool mornings and warm afternoons, so we layer sweaters and socks for the morning walk to the bus stop.  Along the way we stop to admire summer’s last blooms and keep close watch as she gathers herself up for a quiet exit.


  • I’m so ready for fall.

  • Kim

    Not sure how I found your blog. But sure glad I did. First glance tells me we’ve got lots in common including expat living. Look forward to following along.
    Blessings from Hong Kong,

  • deb

    just marvelous.