Or this---a serene, quiet, contemplative place to stop for a cup of tea or an hour with a favorite book or conversation with a friend:
Time will come soon enough when all the slipcovers come off, the burgundies and the deep greens and the silvers come out, the rooms are re-arranged for all the potted plants to come in from outside, and a place must be made for the TREES and all the accompanying garnishments and froufrou, but right now, I can't even try to contemplate OCTOBER, though it's probably my favorite month.
Until the days pass, and the clocks jump and the air calls for mugs of cocoa or cozied teapots to replace these big pitchers of lemon tea or sweet tea or CrystalLight Grapefruit, and as long as the leaves refuse to swap their green for the bright hues of Autumn, I think I'll hang onto doors-open, evening breeze, tea-in-the-arbor Summer just a little longer.
