Can I stay here?

The last few days have been perfect. The mornings have been crisp and cool and I have greeted my coffee with a sweater. The light golden and hinting at the first bit of fall. The days long and the pace unhurried. We have put a hold on that bustle of high summer, in this turn. The trips to the creek and the pool have subsided temporarily with this unexpected burst of coolness. My neighbor brought a bushel of peaches and this morning Julia is cutting cut mushy ones into a peach crisp. I sit nursing Ronia on the couch.
It is a bit too early for fall cleaning, The big girls aren’t in the throes of the school year activities. In my mind there is so much to do, assemble fall clothing and purchase new books. Sort papers and laundry, and yet this little bit of fall weather comes too early without fall business. It is such a gift and I want to hold on to it. I sit here on the couch and look at the golden light and think, can I just stay here forever? With Ronia holding onto her last bit of babyhood, the summer holding onto its last golden hours, and me living in this time-stopping present?

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Well, I did it. I realized that even though I was wanting to post and ideas were not lacking that there was one big thing standing in the way of me doing it, and it was . . . . . . blogger. I didn’t like how my blog looked and on the ipad the app gave me this stifled squashed feeling.

Design is a funny thing and its effects on human beings are painfully obvious even when we don’t want to admit it. Give people a shopkeeper who stares at them head on when they enter a store and they will not wander in off the street no matter how intriguing your display. A little register tucked unobtrusively in the corner and people will feel free to enter. Give the, the right lighting, music, and display, they will linger and before you know it their mind is clear and they have just made a purchase.

Well blogger was definitely the former shop, beckoning me with her goods from the street window but with a shopkeeper who was staring me down at the door.

I was never really a daily blogger and a good post always seems to take a while to formulate before it can hit the keys. There are those such as Rima who have it down to an art form, literally. In any event keep those boots on. There is plenty of road ahead. . .and keep your eyes cast downward; we might even find some mushrooms.