well friends, that is my in-a-nut-shell wrap up of our one week of summer. it was a good trip, and also included the usual dose of difficult emotional navigation. it is an old life, one i miss, in the place where my soul still knows it is home. we are back in Fog City, where my present life invites me to meet it. the next two days are slated to be warm, and i can’t wait. as much as i could belly-ache about the scent of autumn in the air, the season is turning, none-the-less and i hope in the next few weeks to tie up some loose ends, squirreling away sustenance for the shorter days to come. this includes some topics on this blog that are dangling in my mind…an update on our attempts to live a plastic-less life, the state of the garden as we take stock of our efforts, and maybe even a fulfillment of a dare found in a secret note. in the meantime, we are also anticipating the best season in san francisco…with indian summer comes hardly strictly bluegrass, the berkeley old-time festival, and dia de los muertos in the mission. the ripening of the year. welcome.