The breezes sighed through the corn, rustling the the dried tassels and the papery leaves, rubbing the stalks together with a soft rasping sound.
The pulse of the earth is slowing down, gradually cooling, settling in for a long winter’s nap.
But yesterday, just for a spell, the air warmed, jackets were not needed, the fire died in the woodstove, and joy filled the souls of all living and breathing things. A reprevie, a warming back up…or at least a stopping of the cool down for an afternoon.
As the Chinese Proverb says: “One joy will scatter a hundred sorrows.” A warm afternoon was proof of that proverb.
Very much your friend,