There is a gentle spirit in this morning's light. The soft blue sky is clear.
My deck chair beckons me to sit a spell and listen to the Northwest breeze play a melody in the wind harp; to watch the golden leaves of the Elm trees float in the air.
The Blanket Flower rebloomed this morning.
The Question Mark returned!
Gradually I am awaking. I am drinking in this November morning.
Soon I will clip down spent peonies. Soon I will gather leaves for the compost.
The ground is dry. Once again we need rain.
5 years ago