My favorite time of year. The garden gives it's rewards. The sky is clear blue and the trees show a hint of change. It's still hot, but not ridiculously humid.
And everyone has gone back to work and school. My schedule eases us as I gradually start my classes. First yoga, then art classes. I have some playtime for myself and my schedule has more predictability to it.
The beach is more pleasant for me, quieter. It now becomes a place for me to go and ponder. Read. Journal.
Now it becomes a sacred place - a place for me to get in touch with my emotional side.
What wonders will this year hold..