You wake up one morning and realize it’s autumn.  September One.  Dove season.

A couple inches of blissful rain have fallen this weekend, greening a drought-plagued landscape and providing time to put up garden vegetables, unpack, do laundry from a week-long trip out west.  Read.  Think.  Choose to clean this place up, to redouble efforts at providing something of value.

Hope you enjoy,

 

Tom