Thank you, Fred. I can’t help but think that the decline we see with our eyes and feel in our hearts will sink to an even greater depth in the winter to come.
Fred, I can see how the seasons and political climate seems to be mirroring themselves now leaving the warmth and stability of summer wondering are we really ready and prepared for the uncertainty of the rest of the seasons. I pray that we are.
Heart of the matter Mr. Fullerton. A seasonal life makeover. Be happy honey, Lady G
Thank you, Sweetie. I’m happy, I think…as a good friend likes to say, “It could be worse—much worse.”
Frost on the meadow
Falling leaves, brisk morning’s chill
Autumn woodland home
That is how I see autumn…with childhood memories and hope for the future.
Thank you, Fred. I can’t help but think that the decline we see with our eyes and feel in our hearts will sink to an even greater depth in the winter to come.
Not if I can help it, at least in my little old world, the vampires are not renting space in my mind anymore.
Thank you, Jerileewei, for the restack.
Beautiful....here, we are still in summer, no hope of fall, though it has not been an awfully hot summer.....for Hobbs.
Definitely a change in the air. I am hopeful for the other one.
Fred, I can see how the seasons and political climate seems to be mirroring themselves now leaving the warmth and stability of summer wondering are we really ready and prepared for the uncertainty of the rest of the seasons. I pray that we are.
Thank you, Kathleen, for the restack.
You’re welcome, Fred
You’re welcome, Fred.
Ironic in a sad way, isn’t it? But I remain hopeful that the tide will change.
Love the imagery.
I like that description of the morning chill and one of my favourite times is year in mid-Autumn.