reprieve deb September is come again, bringing a chill that is chased away with steaming cups... toes shrink as blood leaves them, and blankets wrap shoulders in reply~ The time for books and stories grand approach me on quiet afternoons while the minds of the small are kept busy at their work~ The end of summer's oppression makes way for finer things, and smiles linger upon lips as anticipation builds... What a year it has been thus far~ What shall the autumn bring, I wonder? I do long to discover it... 100917 what's it to you? who go blather from