Bright sunny days. Temperatures in the mid 70s perfect for long walks. Cucumbers, peppers and squash awaiting harvest in the garden. This is my favorite time of year, yellow and orange with a hint of winter in the air. Summer was filled with boys learning to shoot pellet guns, riding ATVs, swimming pools and fireworks. My oldest grandson, Dmitri, had his first lesson driving a car. It’s been a blessing watching everything grow, including Lucy, the grasshopper-batting cat. The unfinished manuscript sits, three chapters short of The End while I juice elderberries, can tomatoes and prepare flyers for our upcoming event, A Ghostly Affair. So quickly the summer passes. I am blessed. I am loved, and as friend John says, life is good.