Home. The grass needed mowing. I mowed. All else seems in good order. The rain gauge stands at an inch and two tenths. The Crossvine I planted this spring is blooming on the trellis. Lots of promise there. I put out the trash yesterday afternoon. They came this morning and picked it up while I fed the cats and fed the birds. A smattering of gray clouds are colorful in the morning sun. My little world ticks on.

It’s chilly this morning too, which is nice. A real treat. Quite a change from the dog days of summer. I smell wood smoke. It reminds me of my days as a hunter in the woods. I feel oddly satisfied this morning. Thanksgiving is coming and it’s time to start thinking about Christmas and decorating the house. The days will accelerate through the end of the year and then stop with a bang in January and slow down in the dead of winter.

But that’s okay because the next eight weeks will be full of friends and family and festivities and things to do and places to be. I’m going to the mountains. I’m going to DC. Along the way there will be music, and laughter, and hugs and friends I’ll be happy to see. And we’ll all be happy together, I hope, sharing the joy, and our blessings, and anything else we can think of worth sharing. Afterall, ‘tis the season. So, let’s be jolly.