So – it’s September 1st.

A new week.  A new month.

The inn, as in our house, is closed for the winter.  And the months stretch out before us like a breath of fresh air.  What do we do?  Where do we go?  How do we entertain ourselves – each other?

Life is back to normal yet we don’t know where to begin.

One step at a time.  One item at a time from the list.

A birthday, football games, movies, new shows, new books.  I long for only one thing I can’t have and that’s the sharp change of seasons.  The crisp in the air, the stormy days, the leaves turning bright gold and red and orange.  The shift to sweatshirts and jeans and hot cocoa.

Charleston, in all it’s loveliness, will never experience a true fall season.  And sometimes that disorienting for me.  Sometimes, I need the change to be able to start over, to start fresh, to begin anew.

But I guess I’ll try without it.  I have time now, to myself, together.  I have things to do.

It’s a new month, after all.