Well…the Fall Equinox hasn’t fooled around…it’s been busy…shortening the 
days…in rapid succession…not unlike my hemlines in the sixties…but…unlike my hemlines…Mama isn’t intervening to say…enough is enough…
But…I kind of wish she would…wish she could…I miss the hours of sunlight…I’m not fond of leaving for work before the sun has punched the clock and begun its shift…and…I want to go to bed shortly after dinner…
Bertha…says not to worry…it’s a rhythm…not unlike fashion…it is always in motion…changing…just like my hemlines…the days will get just as short as they possibly can…and…then…they will gradually start to get longer…just like the styles…and…I think of the…midis…that quickly followed the…minis…and how they seem to go back and forth now…
She also tells me to embrace the differences…rest more during the shorter days…play more during the longer ones…just like Mother Nature…who is obviously…the greatest designer of all times…planned it…
Jane
