Saturday, September 9, 2017

and it was Friday




Beef stew made earlier and set into the crock pot to simmer all afternoon, a leaf blower swooshed across the stone-paved patio to remove the daily accumulation of falling leaves, a fire started  to ward off the approaching chill that enabled us to remain barefooted  and in our summer clothes a bit longer, but only until grabbing a sweater became quite  necessary as darkness fell.



once again ...and even more frozen whiteness

  There is a wilder solitude in winter  When every sense is pricked alive and keen.         --May Sarton ("The House in Winter" A ...