What a beautiful morning this is! Sunshine, fifty degrees, a touch of fog misting the low valley out in our pasture, which I can see from our deck. I'm sitting here with my coffee and Cheerios, our two dogs at my feet begging for my toast, and I'm thinking about what a miracle the seasons are in the upper Midwest. About the time one tires of the heat, or the cold, there's a lovely change to enjoy.
It's funny, though...I think I've gotten rusty over the summer, too. We traveled some, we had several family weddings (including our daughter's, which was like a full-time job for the month of June!), and we had other things going on. And because of it all, I ended up putting my writing on the back burner far too much and didn't get nearly enough done. So I'm now trying to get back in the saddle in that regard, too. And just like those mares, it's taking me a while to get back into the groove.
I'd love to hear about what you did over the summer! What made those months memorable, meaningful or just plain fun? And if you've ever had trouble "getting back into your groove" with whatever you do, do you have suggestions for making that happen?
Blessings to you all!