The house is filled with cricket song.
A long wet summer. They come in now, whenever I open any door. To find warm places to sing. I must have put at least 25 back outside. Mom always told me they were good luck, so I hold that thought and train myself to sleep despite their all night chorus.
The tangle of change is upon us. But really, there is so much order in it.
This summer I noted a change in Soul-o. He is slower, older, closer. Closer still , to me, and no other.
And these are the beautiful buyers of my current home. I took this pic back in July. When they asked to come back to see the house again. His family is from Argentina, she grew up around here. (Mom was visiting from Florida) They are simple straightforward folk. I am happy to know they will be the keepers of this place. They will bring joy. This part of all this has kept me grounded.
