I love September,
especially when we're in it.
I really do love September. I tried not to love it after September 11th but eventually decided that - of all the things the terrorists took that day - they could not take and carry off my adoration for a month I hold so dear. Therefore, I loved September then and I love her still.
Especially on days like we had this weekend.
The sun shone, the breeze blew, and it rained once... no twice, even... and I drank it all in. Ah, September weather. Saturday we browsed Old Mill Antiques, one of my favorite "antique" places in all the world. Everyone agreed: it was a fine day for being out and a fine day for treasure hunting.
And I found a few things. I found an old, beaded necklace, a garlic keeper, a mantle and a bag of wonderfulness that I'm saving to show you later. I also found the old general store with its blue Chevy pickup...
Well thanks, don't mind if I do.
It is September, after all... a month of simple afternoons and simple finds and simple scoops.
I'm so happy it's all finally here.