Month: September 2025

All indicators point to fall. Some trees are voluntarily dropping their leaves. My tomato vines are a sickly green with a few green and a few overripe tomatoes.  My mum’s are in full bloom. The hummingbirds are busy fueling up for their long trip south.  I love this time of year. Some warm days, with cooler evenings.  I feel a bit more distance from the trauma of this past spring.  It’s not better, not healed, but just a passage of time.  I hope others are finding happy distractions from the grief they carry every day.  I hope you find more smiles than tears. But enjoy the tears too, it’s just a reminder of the intense love that you still have.