I missed the Autumnal Equinox this year. I was in Florida, still trying to get my friend busted out of intensive care, which is no place to know what light and dark are doing.
Today was the official first day of fall at our house.
Date brunch!
Our home away from home, The Corner Pub. Just in time to get a table on the patio.
It was 70 degrees, with the brilliant blue sky that only happens at this time of year, spot on at 12:30 pm.
A favorite springy rocker outdoor chair.
Baskets of grilled chicken wings, hot, fresh and delicious.
A mellow Chardonnay.
A sweet doodle-ish service dog who wanted to be friends. Especially with the pocket in my denim vest where the dog treats live, just for events like this.
A bit more practice than I would have liked, sending love to the yellow jackets flitting around the table. It’s a growing edge for me. And a reminder that it’s Epi-pen season again.
A few quiet minutes to plan the winter garden, plot on the weeds, and get everybody on board with the next steps in my soup extravaganza.
Then, a huge freight train trundling by. It reminded me of Taylor when she was little, waving at a similar train in the same place.
And then I saw it! A shipping container bearing the swirly signature of an unknown grafiti artist…”Bernie” in bright red, white, and blue paint.
While two little train fans cried because there was no caboose.
Good times, now and then…
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