Seems like the first part of September I do everything possible to keep summer going. Hunt the farm stands for blackberries and corn. Leave a bathing suit and towel in the car for an afternoon swim in the nearby lake. Stay up too late trying to spot a firefly. You know, just unable to let summer go… and then the change begins… the shift from a green green world to kaleidoscope bursts of red, yellow and orange, popping from lingering sunflowers to the maple-trees’ top.
Summer’s End
The guardians of all good things tell us all these good times must end, which means summer too must end…but before it does, we get to have one last blast, right? Exactly what that blast means is different for all…however, I hope you are out and about enjoying this holiday weekend! Before posting I checked in some family members and this is where they are …
All three children are taking part in one of the many outdoor mega-concerts happening from the east coast clear across to the west coast.
Find Your Group
Artists have sought the company of others forever… One such notable Saratoga Springs colony, Yaddo, formed in 1926, boasts over 6,000 artists to have passed through, from Langston Hughes to Truman Capote. Google ‘Writer’s Retreats’ and pages and pages of such rejuvenating programs appear, including Vermont Studio Center; my time there enabled me to move my scattered chapters into a complete novel. These short stints of concentrated writing time often catapult one from a small group of supportive peers with whom you share your work, to a greater determination to carry on.
