Do you remember the 21st night of September? If you are old enough, the song is one of Earth Wind & Fire’s hits from 1978. That song is one of my favorite from college. When my birthday rolls around every September, and when it’s the 21st night of September, it’s a reminder that fall is knocking at the door.
Undoubtedly, the shorter days, the cooler temperatures, and the natural beauty of color-changing foliage indicate that fall is knocking at our doors.
Summer Recap:
First off, for the last 30 years,
We attend our annual soiree on Memorial Day weekend, the unofficial start to summer. The yearly event, derailed by the health pandemic over the last few years, came back strong in 2023.
My official summer kick-off started with a June visit to the Warwick Furnace Farm Lavender Fields. Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, another membership with privileges, offered the opportunity to visit the historic site in Chester County.
In July, Hubby and I reconnected with some of our great friends at a new restaurant in the Harrisburg area, Luna Italian Cuisine—another couple at McCormick & Schmick at Baltimore’s Inner Harbor.
I didn’t want my Black card revoked. Hence, attendance was a must at the Fifty Years of Hip Hop Exhibit at the Baltimore Museum of Arts. Then, dinner at Black-owned Ivy Hotel Magdalena’s provided an excellent cultural experience.
Fabulous July weather permitted fantastic alfresco dining for afternoon Brunch at The Riverhouse at Odette’s in New Hope. The Delaware River provided the ultimate cool breezes, which made brunching delightful.
After binging all three seasons of Dickinson, the highly fictionalized modern series about poet Emily Dickinson, I felt inspired to take a Sip & Script Calligraphy Class.
A summer vacation to North Northwest Canada and British Columbia didn’t disappoint. We thought we would railroad in the Canadian Rockies. The wildfires in surrounding areas derailed our two-day train ride—otherwise, the perfect adventure to experience the natural scenic beauty of lakes, mountains, and ferry rides.
While it is the 21st night of September, I won’t be dancing the night away, perhaps when in college.
As always, thank you for stopping by The Age of Grace.
