Resilience in bloom

Autumn’s hardy souls.
Hanging on in sleet and snow.
Plucky leaves they are.

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Gray skies

Gray skies cloud our view.
November’s cold. Fall’s turned old.
Still, we’re in the pink.

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.