September Song
Goodness.... it took me a full month to get back to this post, and complete it. not what I'd call the perfect autumn day, though I hope there will be some Indian summer before winter arrives. Today, an early hint of winter with frost on the windshields and riverside park lands. And sprinkles of snow! Though my skiing son in the Colorado mountains will probably be thrilled, I do not look forward to the difficulties of getting around in the steep hills of Galena. So, in the meantime, back to September moments: It is a perfect autumn morning. Gentle sun, enough breeze to make the wind chimes sing and the golden leaves falling from the trees dance. The cat has paused from her pursuit of chipmunks and is grooming herself on the lounge chair. And I sip another cup of coffee before launching into the week. Today ends September, and I wistfully recall the words of the old classic, "September Song." It was my dad's showpiece--always...