July was a sweet surprise...half way into August, and the next fifteen days...proved to be a ghost month....its days, painted with somber colors, and difficult times, the hours moved slowest, the sun hesitated to shine this September. October is uncertain.....definitely, apple pie and cinnamon scented winds will blow.....November's cheers shall segue into the last thirty one days of the year....December is the busiest month, a perfect time to put on hold, sadness and pain...a frail, fragile joy, dormant as a Rose bush in winter, shall rest, to breathe again, to bloom again in early Spring.