Labor Day has come and gone, as has Summer 2015. Now the bedrooms are empty at home, and the girls are seemingly settled at college. There is always a certain sadness saying good-bye to summer...the hydrangeas have faded, the sundresses will soon be packed up for storage, and the warm days have a bit of a nip in them. But for me, the close of summer also means the newness of readying myself for the next season. It's a time for nesting. I have such fond memories of waiting for my Lucy to be born those few weeks after Labor Day 1995...and ever since her arrival at the end of September, I find myself re-living this kind of eagerness to redo my nest, to think about readying for winter and the holidays, and this fervent desire to clean out and purge all that has accumulated since the last time I did it. There is this secret kind of anticipation about the next chapter of excitement in my life...and for once, I am able to embrace change.