The month ends on a Sunday. Another will begin on Monday. Not just another month, any month, but September. Labor Day. The official end of summer and the beginning of fall. Almost more like a new year than New Years. Of course partly that is because I am still caught in the school calendar of my youth and my daughters’.
This year though there are several things emphasizing the new starts. In the very ordinary way of life, we have run out of lots of things we use all the time: talcum powder, toothpaste, body wash, etc. Time to restock and open new containers. The revolving doors on the guest rooms have closed. Tuesday the painters come. They start on the outside of the house. We will be getting a fresh new look for fall. And then they will paint the bedroom and we will hang the tapestries and change around pictures and be fresh and new. Gill comes “in the fall” this year even though she will be here in 10 days. A new time for her.
Dean is close to having the cold frame finished so that this new year will include vegetables and herbs growing for several months longer than possible outside. I have even started to lose weight again, moving back down to where I want to be without a lot of effort ~ just sticking to the points. It all seems to be a turning, a change, a moving into a new time of other and different possibilities. Even the calendar acknowledges this particular end and beginning. ~ blessings in your new year