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I told Sydney that fall doesn’t start until the new shows come on television, and that it has absolutely nothing to do with the weather. It was a joke, but, i really do want to hold off on fall off for a little longer. Yes…i can see the signs of fall all around me. The nights have been cooler, leaves have begun to change colour. The evenings come sooner. I can see all of this…and still. Well, i just don’t want to look at it too hard. I want to taste every last drop of summer sweetness.
I have this calendar that lists some of the holidays in New Zealand. I noticed that today is father’s day for the NZ dads. I wonder if they get a new wool sweater and a meat pie.
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To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee.
~Emily Dickinson
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A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
The cooler air has arrived, though the sun is still hot on our walking selves
the same is going on here. we are hoping, as winemakers and vineyards do, that the rain will hold off until middle october.
Picked the last of the red tomatoes for canning. Sometime in February, when the vacuum seal is opened, I will remember these last days of summer.
as i read, i imagined winter, and i could hear the opening of the seal and smell the tomatoes, all ready to go into a sauce. and then i thought…oh, i must take a picture of this!
The last gleamings of the summer sun
filled with streaming memories
sufficient to warm the heart
and bring a smile
this is beautiful…
Me too. Savoring the last few drops of August, I mean. Not the meat pie .
Like scraping the last bit of golden honey out of the jar…