Here we are on a Sunday night, just before the school year begins--not classes yet, but workshops and get-togethers, updates and new arrivals, changes and more of the same. Tomorrow begins with a breakfast for faculty and staff, then meetings.
But the weather this time of the year is my favorite--warm days and cool nights, crickets at night and cicadas during the day, the smell of harvest, the end of summer overlapping with the anticipation and hope that the new year offers. Add to that the harvest of other people's gardens, and you've got a real delight, not only fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, apples, and melons, but also a possiblity that a beauty like this might come along, the world's most beautiful eggplant, being set in a place of honor by the beautful hands of the wife.
Tomorrow we face the new school year, and I take a trip down to Platte for an evening with the Platte Latte Book Club to discuss Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson.
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