Yesterday was a rare day.

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,

Linda