Good morning.
It is September 1st. September is the most glorious time in Connecticut. I used to despise September as it meant going back to school. I loved and still love the freedom of summer.
As an adult, I welcome the richness of September. There’s no school to go back to. The weather is warm and dry. The sky a perfect shade of blue. The nights cool. Days getting shorter but still long enough.
This year meaningful – to the extent games can be – baseball will be played at Fenway Park. Football returns.
The apples are delicious. The leaves begin showing color. There are fairs, many, many, fairs. There will be sitting by the fire. And great running weather.
May life shower you with abundance.
And may Papi, Mookie, Xander, and Pedroia make a run deep into October.
Happy September to you.