Yesterday I was picking cherry tomatoes, the ultimate act of summer, from a seemingly endless plant, and contemplating their destiny – sauce, salsa, salad, all three? However, the light in the afternoon was flickering fall so I should have known that a cool rain was coming. I try to not pay attention to weather forecasts because it’s important to have some unknowns and surprises in these days of information overload. [view more]
Wrestling season will never come.
The October leaves have lost their color.
The tickle well is full.
The smell of camp fire becomes a retching stench.
Joy dies in the Autumn damp.[read more]
I know, this is not the time for people to stare at foggy shrubbery.
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