I just got back from my last trip of the summer. From this summer-of-many-trips I’ve decided that traveling is one-half joy of new places and one-half joy of coming home.
Lake Michigan is lovely if you ever have the chance to explore it:
School starts next week and town is full of eager, busy students settling in for another semester of work and play. The air has just the faintest bite of fall to match the changing angle of the sun. After a week of being on other peoples’ schedules I’m delighted to be on my own — working from my deck, laundry hanging on the line, the first stacks of firewood against the fence.
My favorite time of year is just around the corner and I’m full of anticipation and ideas. How’s your summer ending? Any final adventures?