 Say it isn't so! How can this be? Just when my potted plants have matured into explosions of color, just when I can finally identify the constellations as they roll across the evening sky, just when my dinner consists of freshly picked corn, tomatoes and basil, it's over! How can this be?  Summer seems to have been nothing more than a tease. As if a stunning blonde, flaunting her youth and beauty, filling you with hope and excitement, only to slip away leaving you cold and alone once again. Before we slide into the chill of autumn, we need to squeeze out every last drop of what summer holds. I will start in my meadow.  The meadows in Vermont at the end of August are all abuzz with activity. If you listen closely, you can hear the flowers chant their final farewell. The sweetest of all the flowers are not the showy blossoms, the Daisies and Black-eyed Susan's, but the delicate weed flowers that paint an impressionistic wash across their lush palette. These are the unsung beauties that hold a quiet dignity to the pastures.  So farewell dear posies, farewell golden light, it is sad to see you go. As September unpacks her cool evenings and falling leaves, the warmth of summer will remain eternal in my heart.  Don't cry that summer is over, smile because it happened. Live in color, Abby 
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 Lately, items that are worn or that are cast-off, seem to be catching my interest. To find something that has been discarded, or in decay and then to elevate it to its full glory, is what is calling me.  On a recent weekend at the ocean, I scoured the shoreline for sea treasures. I am really talking about ocean debris. I noticed a simple shell that had been picked clean by a seagull, and left waiting to be washed back into the pounding surf. At first glance, the shell appeared to be simple, but at closer examination, it was anything but simple.  The sea snail shell caught my eye because of its spiral design, or Nautilus. This isn't your average, run of the mill spiral, but a mathematically perfect spiral. Since the beginning of time the Nautilus has come to symbolize the cycles of life, and the spiritual journey. How could I not get drawn into its near circular labyrinth?  It was time to elevate this lone shell, from an abandoned mollusk home, to the captivating symbol of cosmic energy and beauty it has come to represent.
The shell and I had a moment, for it was in that intimate moment the shell revealed its beauty. Live in color, Abby |