After several bone-chilling days of rain, we had sunny weather today. It was unseasonably warm and we worked in the yard, gathering up the last piles of leaves. Some friends dropped by with their children and we stopped our raking. The grown-ups sat on the porch and watched the kids tear around the yard like animals freed from their cages. How quickly I forget summer’s largess. But not as quickly as I rejoice in its mid-November cameo.
I’m amazed at how many glimpses of summer there have been this fall. I treat every one as the last of its kind.