It's been a most peculiar season the late autumn leaves are still on the trees and while i have loved the glorious color and light filling our windows the leaves are usually all swept up and composted by now.
It's been more than a bit topsy turvy and confusing around here. Last week i took the hammock off its frame just before a two-day snow storm blew through (that's a little wren house hanging from the arch beneath four inches of fluffy crystals)
a few days later when i went out to pick up our holiday turkey and fixin's it was nearly 70 degrees F.
Check the calendar once again...yes, it really is Thanksgiving.
And we put the hammock back out. (Hey...what do you think they invented Polar Fleece for?)
This morning dawned with a brilliant blue sky and nineteen crystalline degrees. with the neighbor's cats watching i scooped the solid disc of ice out of the bird bath and poured in fresh water the moment i moved far enough away they came one at a time to slake their thirst.
Then i pulled the hood of my thickest, fleesiest jacket over my head and stretched out in the sun on the hammock to enjoy what is most likely the last of this year's color while it is still in the sky.
Many of you have had too much too many others have not received enough. As the summer began, i wondered and worried: would we have rain or would i spend the months moving sprinklers and hauling watering cans? Previous years of drought have impressed upon my mind a simple, basic truth: no amount of irrigation nurtures the land the way rain does.