Large green Lemons grow on the huge tree, as do green berries in the Palms and the island is as lush as it's been in years because of near missing Tropical storms that dumped rain after a barren summer.
The sky is a finger painting by God of blues, purples and greys.
Birds sing solos in a fierce competition, squirrels play tag, the dogs lay at my feet and the flame flickers from the Tiki Torch I have lit on my outside desk.
Sarah's sleeping with numerous pillows stuffed under and around her swollen belly and I meander in an out to make certain she's okay ... tiptoeing in ... tiptoeing out to resume collecting my thoughts and writing them out.
Yellow Butterflies appear which is strange for the beginning of Fall.
There is no humidity so I find the cool Ocean breeze cold and have on clothes ... my favorite UGA tee-shirt.
Lots of people love fall and the coming of winter though I am not one of them.
Sarah herself will tell you the only thing I truly hate ... given an abundance of people and events who treated me with hate or took me places I should have never gone ... is the cold.
I cuss it bitterly when it's here and I detest the thought of my least favorite months arriving.
My Dad's birthday is in October.
Our baby Che is going to be born this month.
It'd nice, I told my Mom the other day, if the two collide.
I can hear the clinking toasts at the Bar in Heaven as Dad buys another round for his buddies watching his last grandchild be born.
These are nice thoughts.
So ... the birth month is here.
I'm excited and scared ... can't wait for her to come ... fully aware that everything about the way we now live will change ... and for the umpteenth time in my life ... I will be reborn.
It's always a little scary when you're reborn.
But it's satisfying as Hell after you are.
Come on Baby!
Mommy and Daddy are ready.
