Our day of rest?

Sunday is our day of rest.
That’s why I like this day the best.
Yet my old rake’s about to call.
Since autumn’s leaves have begun to fall.
Perhaps it’s time to move out west?

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Gratitude’s in bloom

So what, if it’s cold?
Autumn’s gifts still bring a lift.
Gratitude’s in bloom.

Peace in a pasture

When you live in the midwest, you never take a warm autumn day for granted.

At least I don’t.

So I chose this Sunday to stop by a farm I’m very fond of to see some friends.

They immediately ran up the hill to greet me.

It was if I they had something to share.

So did I, but I spoke first.

“Hey friends, snow flurries are forecast for later this week!”

They took off in a tizzy, though still managed to share a couple of smiles.

As for me and their Newfie guard dog, we peacefully looked at the crimson and gold trees and sparking water below.

We weren’t going to waste even a minute with worry on this beautiful day.

“That’s what winter’s for, right?” I said to the Newfie.

I think he nodded in agreement.

He then very calmly nodded off.

And so did I.