The month of August was a killer...

It did this to my strawberry garden,

And my tomatoes look like skinny captives of a forced march through the Sahara.

The whole thing made me sad, and it WAS cool this morning

So I gave up and went for a walk with my animal crew.

Fall always calls me out. Like Odysseus and his sirens, I almost need to lash myself to the stove to get anything done.

And so there will be no soap made today, you see it is Saturday, it is almost September, and there is a smell on the air even better than the new batch of Lavender soap I need to take out of the mold--tomorrow maybe, hopefully.