"we need to learn to dance more softly"
She would bring the geraniums in from the porch when the cooler weather came.
In her imagination she had already mapped out a place for them.
The would sit on the sideboard table in the dining room.
all of the winter they would be there with low winter light shining soft and cottony over them.
And in the spring she would bring them back out to the porch where they would greet the warm weather
with new blossoms and unfurling leaves.
In the empty places on the porch she would plant mums of yellow and purple.
But not yet.
Not till September when summer was truly almost over and the nights were cool
for now, it was enough to sit out on the porch a spell
dream a little dream - plan a little plan
wait to see if morning glories would finally blossom
and marvel at how well the rosemary did this year
watch the rest of August come settling over the island