To everything,…turn, turn, turn

There is a season…turn, turn, turn. And a time to every purpose, under heaven.

Summer is fading, and fall in the mountains is near.  The sun is no longer hot.  Mornings are cool, not cold.  As the sun rises over the Mogollon Rim and above the tall pine trees, we can feel the warm rays on our faces and arms.  It is a glorious time to be alive—between summer and fall.

Every day we are out enjoying the bounty of the earth, and all the gifts that nature gives to us.

We are alive. We are healthy. We are together.  We are in love.

The September full moon from the deck of our cabin.

The flowers and the bees…

A cheery note in our local post office from the Pine Strawberry kindergarteners!