We woke to loud quacks – happy, satisfied sounding ducks circling. Two evenings ago, I watched a couple hundred geese spin down onto the cove. That familiar chatter – the arrival of old friends. Though I much prefer days of light to darkness, and sitting on the porch barefoot to huddling by the wood stove, the early shifts of any season change are welcome.
The zinnias still bloom brightly and the fall arugula crop creeps upward. Crabs are thick still (18 yesterday!) and the rockfish keep biting. Morning walks with jackets, yet mosquitos still snap on the marsh in the fading light of day.
September’s shifts satisfy the soul.