September is an exciting month! I can still remember going shopping with my mother, for new sneakers, before the school year started.  Each year, I could choose, either red or blue shoes. 

Because my granddaughter Joey is starting school for the very first time, I wrote a limerick for her. Here it is.  

There once was a little girl who

Had blonde curly hair and who knew

That hugs show we care

It’s better to share

She loved all her cats as they grew.

I picked cherries for the first time in my life this week. I was lucky enough to be with Joey, now four and a half years old, who took turns with me exclaiming about the number of cherries hanging from the trees. We were so overwhelmed, we took a few minutes to lie down in the shade, laying still as we stared straight up at the shining red fruits hanging like candy between the dark, green leaves, attached by graceful stems to slender, flexible branches. “How can there be so many cherries?” we wondered aloud, over and over and over again. “How can there be SO MANY cherries? There are even cherries on the ground!  Perfectly ripe and perfectly red!”