The leaves on the branches of trees over the river are hanging redly, but it’s more like summer than fall. I watered the pumpkin patch this morning. My pumpkin patch is thriving and the pumpkins are growing wonderfully. I think it will be an early harvest perhaps in the start of October. I hosted a back-to-workshop lunch today for the Charles River Writers, an annual ritual we began years ago, to gather and say hello from our summers away from each other. We sat at the round table and enjoyed a pot luck feast of friendship. Late this afternoon Franci and I and Wave went to Farm Pond. I swam to the island, and the water was a bit baking hot. Not a refresher. We played in the sand. And Frank surprised us by coming down for his own dip. So tired tonight I feel pleasantly drugged and happy to be in bed.