The weather is so perfect the last few days. I stay on the porch every spare moment, which are few and far between. Someday, when I move, and I will move, this will be something I miss.

Something about moss.....the delicacy

of it and how detailed it seems. It really is detailed if you know anything about it. A fascinating subject. This covered only one neighborhood tree but with fall is starting to dry out a lot....it will be back, always comes back.
This is the time of year that you only want to be in Georgia....or do I mean this is the only time of year you want to be in Georgia? Well, not really true because I like the sultry summers....a lot.

A beautiful sparkling Sunday after a night out that was fun but late! Nice talk with a lot of different people....some old old friends and some new. Stimulating enough.
Off to my oldest Granddaughter's play. "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" Very excited about this one....Photo credit, Chris Davis

Life steps lightly lately. I've learned to accept what comes. There is no rant in my heart for things to be different, for things to move faster or even to move on. All the beauties of this world stay in place a bit longer.
Even this work of cleaning out and removing many things I have loved and that have such memories for all of us from the grandchildren's playroom.....even that has taken on an acceptance and even a joy. Age has it's benefits but the other side of it is that time is so fleeting and leaves such imprints,  and now, there is an end game up ahead. 

Of course there always was, but who knew?

Colder today....not very,  but enough to feel the difference in the day.  It was enough of a change to dig into a pretty sweater and wear boots and for that I am happy. I have to get back into the habit of this blog that I loved doing so much and then wavered and then stopped. I looked at all the photos I have taken over the years and I believe a little bit of beauty in each post will push me enough to write something.

This photograph is one I took of my paper wasp nest along with a few small pieces of wasp nests. I have had the large one for many years, I think 20,  and despite a bit of picking at it by a very fascinated granddaughter, it is in beautiful shape. Something I love.

I am wondering why fall seems to be arriving in such an organized fashion for Atlanta this year. I feel cozy, I want candlelight and I need to get back to work.