Last weekend was Labor Day, and it was surprisingly autumn-like. Every year, there is that first day that heralds summer’s passing. Most often, I notice it in October, but it was early this year. The change is not here, but the whisper has me thinking of the future. Yesterday, I ordered 5 cases of my favorite candles--at least a year’s supply. I ordered whole cloves, too...a new project for fall: pomanders.

I once read, “A woman marries a man hoping to change him; a man marries a woman hoping she won’t change.” I am that man, veritably obsessed with maintaining what I enjoy so much. I am a creature of the unending summer. Recently, however, I have come to appreciate change, much like the slide from summer into autumn. My relationship is maturing, changing, and I find I like it. What did I fear? Why? Of course, like the transition of summer to fall in Southern California, I like my changes SLOW. I guess the only constant is change. I feel lucky to enjoy changes these days.