The last rose of summer

September is slipping away with blasts of summer heat during the day. The cooling nights remind me of crisp autumn weather to come. At last I am emerging from my preoccupation with an intense period at work and can lift my head to look at the wonder of the world around me. I see the children back at school full of excitement for the reunion with friends and anticipation of the mystery of the year ahead. The blooms on the fall flowers vibrant next to the seed heads of the summer glory. Sedum, cleome and dancing cosmos. The wood at the cabin is stacked to dry for future fires. An Emmylou Harris concert last night at the iconic Massey Hall was a reminder of the enduring power of music and creativity.