Three memorable chunks to this cold and wet day.
First of all, my friend, the one who lives in New Mexico, is in town. Usually we like to meet up in coffee shops, but I'm not that bold during the pandemic and so instead, we spend our morning at the farmhouse kitchen table. Like this:
I think it's been a while since we had a good, long visit. There was a lot of ground to cover!
Second chunk? Oh, picking up Snowdrop, not only at school...
... but then, even more importantly, at another school, where she went with her dad to get her Covid vaccination. I sat in the car and waited, because she wanted to come to the farmhouse afterwards. I watched many, many kids walk in with their parents. Some took pictures by the sign (as I did too, when she came out!)...
All were practically bouncing to go in! Brisk steps, on this momentous day when they finally inch closer to safety -- for themselves, for their families, for their schools and communities. Snowdrop was exuberant and proud!
We'll be waiting now for the younger guys to get their turn...
(At the farmette, it's cold. I hope Snowdrop wants to go straight in! Yes she does. With just a quick detour.)
Third chunk? Oh, the beautiful evening at home, with Ed. I've started lighting a candle that has a very faint pine forest aroma. It's not at all perfumy. Very subtle: you say to yourself -- is there a candle, or is it a window cracked open unto a forest?
Dinner dishes put away, one more chocolate divided between the two of us. I pour a glass of wine to celebrate the true coming of November. A little cold, a little dark. The way it should be. To the progression of seasons!
With love...
