Here's the back lawn at sunrise on an early September morning. This is the best time of year here with the tourists gone home (I know I know, I'm a "summer person"myself) though it means the Lobster Pound has closed for the season and the summer theater is dark now as well. Birds are still singing (and cawing) early in the morning, and flowers are still blooming in the gardens, but somehow things are quieter, slower, as Summer winds down and Fall moves in.
And next week I will go back to real life and to a schedule that includes too much traveling, as always. One brief trip to Chicago, though, is to an event that celebrates (wrong word)..acknowledges...Banned Books week; many authors who have been banned will be there, each speaking/reading briefly. Among those I know will be Judy Blume and Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, so it will be good, as it always is, to be with colleagues. And we will be there together for the first (September 26th) Obama-McCain debate. Judy and Phyllis are both passionate Obama supporters as I am (I wonder whether it will come up during the Banned Books event that Sarah Palin tried (and failed) to have books removed from her town library).
I just discovered (after checking a small fact with an educator friend, who had to call upon some other experts and finally got back to me) that I wrote an error into the February Gooney Bird book that I'm currently working on, and now my task this week is to go back, remove it, and then smooth the narrative around it. A nuisance. But better to find out now, while the book is still being written, than much farther along.
In the midst of puttering with that today I also have to take the dog to the vet for a booster shot, and make an apple pie because I volunteered to take dessert to a dinner party at the home of friends (also summer residents who have stayed past Labor Day before they return to NYC) tonight.
Tom the Exterminator just called to say he will be here Monday with his potions intended to ward off the Fall influx of mice as they retreat from the fields and stake out their winter dwellings. Time to invoke my annual rodent poem:
Welcome to you, little mouse!
Please come in my cozy house!
Want some goodies? Take your pick:
Cyanide, or arsenic!