September Morn

        September holds some of my most treasured memories.  They are  folded into its lovely end-of-summer idyllic weather, the cobalt blue of its skies and the tastes and smells of harvest time.

       My memories include a long ago day  that proved to be  perfect for a wedding, innumerable 'first-day-of-school-days', a fairy tale trip across the world to a sweet, romantic tryst with the love of my life, numerous weekend get-aways to Montauk Point to celebrate anniversaries,  and an old sailboat, bought in, and named for,  this lovely month.

      My Septembers are now tinged with grief, a numbing sadness I share with so many others.  I seek solitude during this time, trying to knit together the joy and the pain.  

     Sunday I went hiking with my soulmate.  We walked in silence for many hours.  

     Here are some photos from our hike.  

A good place for reflection

The first tinges of scarlet

How could you not love a place with this sign!

Living on an island, we are surrounded by wetlands

There was a red-tailed hawk up there

Sun-slant is exquisite in September

Beach grasses, still green

Two red-tailed hawks 

Strange fungi growing on the path

Mugwort, a common weed, smells wonderful!

Alone with our thoughts

A prayer for today :  Peace be with you.