Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

Last Smells of Summer

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With the threat of frost hanging over me I pick pink tomatos hanging heavy on the vine.  As I move quickly through the dark and rain in my small garden I crush tomato leaves under my feet and brush against the basil gone to seed.  The aroma is faint, delicate, wistful, as if the air is already reminiscing about the summer past. 

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

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