|cobwebs decorating the door for the season, cobwebs in my head/heart|
Yes, we are missing Emma. John tried valiantly to make up for it. Which was indeed nice but not the same. As I am typing this, I am enjoying the evening sounds of the woods through the open door.
|(not the best picture ~ celebrating)|
|ugh, I've got to get that ironing board out of the room!|
And I gave myself a present, to work on another balance:
So onward I go, wacky head and all, figuring it out as we all are (I am assuming). Happy 'Indian summer'!