The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.
- September, John Updike

Holding the camera at arms length.
I finally got one, in focus.
I'm sure this is the earliest in the season we have ever worn jackets and hats.
Can you imagine, we had a hard time finding a matched pair of mittens for Katie?



I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy...
down in my heart.



Wishing you a weekend full of caramel apples and kisses and joy.


Encourage one another,
Donna