
Raking leaves, well actually raking them out of the woods and using them as compost was on yeaterday's list.
Tempered of course , by savoring the warmth of the day, and the magisterial pattern of bare trees against the sky.


I have worked hard, preparing for the dormancy of winter, every muscle aches with the joy of accomplishment and every joint sings of the serenity of being at one with the land. I am giddy with hope and filled with anticipation of Spring. This year for a change, I will be welcoming the dormant weeks ahead, at least for now.
I am " lucky mud" and that is a very good feeling.