bright and beautiful
Evening light spilled warm beneath a cover of grayand the trees caught fire.
fall nights – 2
Whoa there!!! It’s just October and I’m not ready for the red and green.
working the puzzle
Life sometimes feels like a box with weird puzzle pieces and no picture. // no picture //
fall nights
It’s dark outsidethe temps have dropped the rain keeps fallingand fire hits the spot.
things hoped for
It’s a peculiar way of things – to bury the bulbs before the snows.
one day at a time
The work often seems to be :how to scrape the view big enough to see.
Fall Day
Ice cold. The first frostkilled our summer flowers. Sorry! said the noonday sun.
time out
Hey, Duck. I get it.Sometimes you just gotta get out, step back,and breathe.
life lived full
Spring may be bright with possibilitybut fall’s a good show off too.
they say the apple doesn’t fall far
I dug up the grass with my boy today –it was his good idea.
5-7-5 (or – a pattern for the way of things)
Change is in the airin the leaves and in the light.Life keeps on like that.
Termination Dust
When clouds lift and first snow caps the mountains countdown to winter begins.
it’s a 6 beat word on a gloomy day
Extraordinary measures of rain have washed the summer away.
If you need me – I’m just gonna be right here
It’s a super rainy day out there and the yellow dog nails the mood.
Off to the races!
Out on these September Tuesday nights trailsI run back and forth in time.
lights on the trail
It’s getting hard to ignore the dark that is rising outside our door.
so too, life
Running the trails with people who care is truly the best kind of race.
it never gets old
My access has changed with time, but my love for this view goes ever on.
putting away sheets and pillows and towels and stars
Our work of transactional hospitality has come to the end.
Like Father, Like Sons #cakeschematic (and I win)
Happy Birthday! to the dad of my boys who sketch cake and make it too.
Tomorrow WE are moving downstairs
I drew a bright line on our Airbnb calendar and tonight we’re crossing over!
here we are still. together.
Memories spill from the patterns of these fall days and I am awash in grace.