Summer begins to draw to a close. The air conditioner is off. The crickets are loud and noisy during the nighttime.
The ending of summer is always sad...the kids grow up a year in school...life moves on a little faster, but if we should forget there are always stories for us to help remember. I have had a great many stories this summer. What are yours?
So, back to blogging. Back to teaching. Back to making soup and bread. Come on over, my door is always open.
