I was in Michigan recently because, contrary to popular belief, mother-in-laws can be cherished friends. In the early morning, I took a drive past a local high school. The tick-tacking of a drum cadence caught my attention. The tenor drums ponged and pinged, and the bass drums thunked as I drove by. (That brought back fall memories to me. Every fall my high school marching band would terrorize the neighborhoods surrounding the school with their early morning practices. Nothing like whistles and drums for a great wake-up call.)
I waited at a light and turned to see a herd of young men in full game gear stretching and sprinting, readying themselves for practice on the dewy field. A cool morning breeze floated through my car and I thought of my hubby, and the scores of careers that he had seen start on these Michigan football fields.
It is practically fall, the season of cool breezes and football and leaves. Let's hunker down and prep the fire place for the months to come.