- Henry James
The pleasures of summer, the delights, near an end. The air this morning as I let the dog out was very cold, indeed. Our daughter registers for high school this Friday, though school doesn't begin until after the long weekend. Today we will begin to organize, or at least set our minds toward fall. Toward new beginnings. A little back to school shopping is in order, then. And with some luck, there will be ice cream.