Summer ends early in the South so school starts in a week.   Labor Day is practically mid-terms.  What up with that?  Anyway, like or not, my children are on a forced march to finish their summer reading.  The Scarlet Letter is on the docket.  Dimmesdale was such a wuss.   I hope my daughter’s all-girls school assigned it so that there could be a class discussion on how to avoid acting as an enabler if caught in a relationship with a spineless man.  Harumph.

Jasmine Targett‘s glass bubbles are less fleeting than our summer.  They have nothing whatsoever to do with today’s post, but I sure do like them.