It’s Labor Day, 2015.
In a small vintage cake tin, I found this button with the insignia of my father’s former labor union, The International Brotherhood of Fireman and Oilers.
I’ve got other writing to do today and since I don’t have any new thoughts about labor, collective bargaining, and work, I invite you to read former Labor Day posts I’ve written.
It’s shaping up to be a glorious day here in New England. The lawn is mowed, the Morning Glories continue blooming in dreamy blue abundance, and the Sedum just started turning from green to pink.
Autumn joy is on the way.