open door days. . .

late summer. . . and I have discovered the magic of the

open door day. . .

not too warm. . .
cool breeze. . . blowing in through every window I can open in this house (which, currently, is every window). . . including the screen door. . . propped open. . .

so the boys and I and the dogs and wander in and out as we please. . .
(which may or may not be a good thing)

watching the shadows of the chimes swing on the front porch. . .
their lullaby of fall's breezy days. . . and summer's memory. . .

sitting in the front door stoop. . .
listening to planes drone overhead. . . someone has somewhere important to be. . . but today, here
is what's important. . . and absolutely nothing at all. . .

but Little Bill in the background. . . and dogs sleepy in the sunshine. . .

and happy blooms. . . and squirrels carrying treasured walnuts. . .

promises that fall will be sweet and full. . .