Some days, you just need to play hooky. Nothing quite like a beautiful fall day on the beach. How can you spell perfect? — at Virginia is for lovers.
The days have been fraught with tiny little annoyances, just enough to change the direction of getting it all done. So, I ditched the day and went fishing in the surf, with the sun shining down on me. I'm not sure I enjoyed the beach this much during the summer months, in fact... I am sure I didn't. It was warm with just enough coolness in the air to remind me that summer is gone, gone, gone.
I have another house close to the beach. It is a wonderful old Victorian that is in some stage of being fashionable again. Gruyère cheese with a taste of ham. I love the buttery, nutty, and salty taste when I use it in a grilled cheese. As with many other firm kinds of cheese, aging makes the flavor sharper and more complex. And it plays well with others, which is an important life lesson.
The neighbor's cat and I had lunch, sitting on the porch steps, enjoying the beauty of the day.
The autumn brings the rich hues of the season.May there be 
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare
