The maple trees in our yard put on quite a show this season – offering a late-arriving, but ultimately spectacular array of yellow, orange and red hues to delight our eyes in the autumn sunshine.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. And so I spent most of Saturday removing the leafy remains from the turf. Continue reading
Not a moment too soon, this confounding year comes to a conclusion this week.
Didn’t realize it at the time, but I actually got to celebrate the feast of Christ the King a little early this year.
Encountered a little hiccup on the path toward the savory pot of turkey soup I had envisioned.
When I pulled open the produce drawer, it was practically empty: No celery. No carrots. And only the lame remnants of a Vidalia sweet onion. (It had seen better days.)
For much of the past several weeks, the fall foliage has been disappointing in my neck of the woods. Drab, feckless—unfettering premature impressions of decay.
The perfect autumnal display, perhaps, to reflect my mood following the recent election season.
Ever seen a lamb with seven horns and seven eyes? Or how about a lion-like beast sporting six wings, and covered with eyes inside and out?
Yeah, me neither.