Overnight, it seems, the trees have begun to turn crimson. Did they look at the calendar and realize September had begun?
Overnight, it seems, football season has returned. Weren't we just watching the Super Bowl in a snowy Sunriver cabin?
Overnight, it seems, summer is over. It feels like yesterday that I was preparing chili for Memorial Day weekend, vs. making plans for it to be on the menu for Halloween.
Overnight, it seems, John's term as President of Round-Up has occurred. This weekend, he'll be "the man" and hopefully watch years worth of effort bring rewards and blessings to hundreds of men. I remember five years ago when he was first asked to be on the board.
Overnight, it seems, my babies have grown up. My daughter will begin first grade tomorrow - it could not have been nearly seven years ago that I first encountered the blond-headed beauty with that unique upper-cheek dimple and slight divet at the top of her ear lobe. And, my son, is now at the upper-end of the power chain of elementary school. This year, he will turn double digits. How could this have happened, seemingly overnight?
Overnight will soon turn into tomorrow - the day that will mark a new beginning for me - a day left wide open with my childrens' absence to ponder all of these great mysteries. Sigh...........