Waning Days of Summer

I don't know how we got to the end of summer,

but here--alas--we are.

Today Amy & I took advantage of the

call-each-other-up,

and flitted over to the farmer's market 

late in the afternoon, for fresh flowers.

I don't know how we got to the end of summer,

and these are my first fresh farmer's market flowers.

But--alas.

My summer was full of both full and not-full;

it was a slow time, and it was a peaceful time.

I dwelt in my cottage and I listened to the Quiet

and I traveled, just a bit.

I'll tell you about it,

next.