Good-bye summer
There’s a chill in the air – I’d call it brisk outside; a balmy 49 degrees. September seems more like the time for new beginnings than January. Maybe it is because of school, perhaps something else.

I missed the big tomato harvest when we were on vacation. I discovered that yesterday as I cleaned up a bunch of rotten tomatoes.

Now we need to take the ACs out of the windows….

And today I guess I’m more reflective than usual. Last night I casually mentioned September 11th to a few friends. Everyone got kind of quiet and didn’t say anything. I guess that’s where we are all at right now; no one knows what to say or how to feel five years later.

I find it still hard to talk about, to face – I turn the channel any time a special comes on about the towers. I don’t think I’ve ever even really talked about this with my husband.

I’m still angry. I’m disappointed that our country has taken this bizarre course to fight terrorism. Maybe it seemed like a good idea at the time, but things have gone horribly wrong.

Part of me isn’t surprised that no permanent memorials have been erected and that rebuilding of Ground Zero has not made a lot of progress. It seems very American for us to squabble about what the building will be – if it should be – and what it will look like. I guess the greatest memorial is that more people live in lower Manhattan now than did before 9/11/2001. Isn’t there a saying about living well?

What all this has to do with old tomatoes or cool mornings I can’t really say. Maybe someday I will.