right on time

the butter on the kitchen counter is no longer soft when I spread it on my toast

the wind is indeed blustery

sweaters and slippers are back in rotation

we're spying monarchs floating through the yard a few times a day

swallowtail caterpillars have taken over a little patch of parsley

the sky is that deep, saturated, sky-blue blue that almost hurts to look at and

this week I will go see a friend about some apples




welcome back, fall