Vernalruminations

  PACKING UP   I started blogging just one year ago and have no regular pattern or topic, only what seems compelling to me at the moment.  Many of this year's blogs were short tributes to the 20 women in my book. A few like this one were journalistic, what is happening in my own life or in my own reflections or memories. The good thing about a blog is that no one needs to read it and anyone can.  I would love comments from  any of you who do enjoy sharing these ruminations, but that, too, is purely an option, not necessary, not an obligation. Tempus fugit.   That was the topic of one of my earliest blogs thinking back to my parents, and I still share that sense of time passing quickly and I still want to savor life and try to make a difference for others in the way I live the years that remain to me.    So summer is ending, this strange and tense summer of 2020, and I am noting my own migration from one home--my summer home for eight decades now--to my winter home where I've li