Oh Those September Nights!

Here it comes again. Fall with all its harvest colors, foggy morns, and blue bowl skies. It always pulls me in diverse directions. The loss of the long summer days, blazing and hazy yellow, makes me sad. I am not really a winter person. I suppose I have too much of my Italian father's Mediterranean blood and not enough of my Pennsylvania Dutch and Irish Mother's. On the other hand, who can resist pumpkin pie, Thanksgiving dinner and a romp in the leaf pile? Unfortunately I don't do much romping any more since age and health do not permit my more frivolous urges. What a loss that is!
Believe it or not, I have walked across Florance, climbed huge toppled trees in Yosemite, and climbed the twisting tower of an ancient Irish church without a strain. What ingrates we people are. All that joyful running about and never a thankful thought, never realizing what it will be like when the ability to run up the stairs or even walk down the street is gone. There comes a time when you are thankful for every day and for every person you love and for every season you live through. Amen.