And the day came when the risk it took to remain tightly closed in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom. Anais Nin


There's So Much To Write About...

OK - time to pick up my pen. Can you believe how much there is to write about? Walk outside, look around, listen - it's all there. The most recent political changes, the way people feel hopeful in the middle of financial chaos, the yellow and red leaves everywhere.

I went to buy dog food the other day and the clerk commented on the sunshine - it is rare, I know. Then she launched into the terrible task that awaited her at home that afternoon. She would use this rare sun-filled afternoon raking the leaves from her neighbor's trees that breached her fence and now fill her backyard. She outlined her strategic plan last fall when she had three Maple's removed from her backyard, leaving just one and trimming it all the way back so as not to gift her with any unwelcome droppings this year. She let me know that at the same time, she had trimmed the branches of her neighbor's trees that spilled over her fence. But now, she is upset to have miscalculated the rapid growth of these interlopers and must spend this, the only sun-filled day she will see this fall, raking these damn fence jumpers. I nodded a conspiratorial nod that her big plan was foiled and suggested she make hot cider and invite the neighbors over for a leaf raking party. She looked at me perplexed, scowled and said, "well, at least enjoy YOUR afternoon."

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