Fall is fading, rapidly. The leaves are off the trees, and even though the ticks are still around and the temperatures have been balmy, winter is closing in. The heating oil company came and put more than $600 in the oil tank. We will use it wisely.

I love Fall, a time of change, book tours and new beginnings, and I was sad, on the path, to see it leaving.  Maria and I are spending Thanksgiving on the farm, and we are giving thanks for the many good things in our lives, including and especially, or quite amazing journey together. We are grateful for each other. I hope to write something to mark the day, and to thank the animals, the farmhouse, the barns. I will miss Fall and thought has sent me into a mild melancholy. Funks are nice sometimes, cleansing and healing.