September 25, 2021

SEPTEMBER 25, 2021 It was a bright sun, blue sky day, refreshingly cool, destined to be short in a post autumnal equinox way, the morning farmer’s market shimmering with activity, with varieties of produce and the multiple languages of the neighbors we love Still in full leaf, the neighborhood was green with red and yellow edges, bright leaves and sunlight partners in a dance, diamonds in the breeze, the burning bush hedge beyond the sun-filled sun porch windows a fiery fall red, the book on my lap no match for the performance of a fall afternoon with the intermittent sounds of child play on our block, the plaintive soprano of Welsh folk music and my wife in the kitchen generating aromas, the first in a season of stews and red wines, cornbread and puddings, the spirits and spells of thanksgiving and grace, preparation for the solstice and the cold days beyond!