A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

I am quite convinced…
…there can never be enough pictures of kids with pumpkins.
Or kids on pumpkins.
And I particularly feel there can never be enough pictures of kids with their Great Gramps and pumpkins.
But, until next year…

…these will have to do.
They say winter is coming.
The area is full of winter storm warnings, dire predictions and people shivering at the mere thought of snowy weather arriving.

Napping in the autumn sun.
But not me.
I’ll welcome the true winter weather when it comes.
Unfortunately, I suspect we are heading into nothing more than the transition period. The time of cloudy days and freezing temperatures with no snow but plenty of frozen puddles and icy mud patches that precedes real winter.
I hope I’m wrong. Maybe winter will show up for good tonight.
We’ve been spoiled by a long fall of gorgeous weather but it’s about time for a little cold. It may come with beautiful snowfalls and freezing temperatures or it may be a month of slush, but I’ve got my warm fire and a pile of books to read.
I’m ready!
Update: It’s snowing!!! It may all melt tomorrow but first snow is always magic!
John tells me there is a space in the world for white flowers,
that they are too often overlooked in favor of their flashier companions.
This may be true,
or it’s that he’s color blind.
Either way, around here, a rose in November deserves a little recognition for being brave.
Just for being,
no matter the color.
It was laundry day.
But it was not a day for doing laundry.
It was a day of perfect weather and blue skies.
It was the kind of day that makes those of us who live with the ebb and flow of four full seasons glow. We shine as if to match the glowing autumn leaves because we know that we are just that lucky to live these blue sky days of fall.
These blue sky days of fall aren’t worth missing.
A day for bare feet in leaves,
It was laundry day.
But it was not a day for doing laundry.
The food is piled willy nilly in the kitchen and there aren’t enough bowls to go around.
There are people carving pumpkins on the table and people carving pumpkins on the floor.
The house is getting hot and the kids are getting loud.
Friends have come with mere hours notice, food and pumpkin carvers in hand.
Now they rummage through the kitchen to find spoons, dinner and drinks.
Great Gramps grew the pumpkins and John made the chili.
Halloween is still my least favorite holiday but in this moment…
… in this moment, it’s the best.