Thanksgiving is still going on. Nice how that can happen. Four of us are older and leaning toward white hair if not there already. I’m trying to take whatever I see and hear to hold inside of me for another year. It’s that good.
The tail end of fall is falling outside. Leaves pile up.
A holy thing.
My husband is disturbed by the leaves and wants time to mow them. Childhood comes to my mind every time I kick leaves. How I loved falling headlong into a pile. I say, “No hurry on that. I’m loving th...