There are days I'd like to be Stinkweed, Buttercup's gloomy twin. But I fight that impulse, sometimes minute by minute. And despite the fact that I still haven't heard from either Martha or Rachel -- who are both missing out on a great audience guest -- I am not giving in to gloom. I will not, as one dear and gentle blog friend suggested, put a potato in the exhaust pipe of either Martha or Rachel. Stinkweed is sorely tempted, but not your Buttercup.
No gloom tonight. I am celebrating September, the glorious weather we are having and the fact that I found summer yogurt flavors of cantaloupe and watermelon at the grocery tonight.
Here's to sweet September, to the last lingering moments of summer and the joy of welcoming the beauty of the fall. Here's to autumn leaves and pumpkins, chrysanthemums and cranberries.
Wishing you all the richest bounty of the harvest.