The Hope of Autumn

Time feels like someone put their foot on the accelerator and just keeps pressing down, speeding things up, causing the scenery to blur. I feel my age, not so much physically but in how the world feels foreign. Aliens and strangers, the Bible tells me. We are all aliens and strangers.

Hope

I had already fed the animals, picked off the morning's offering of tomatoes and okra, and sat down with a cup of coffee before I looked at the date. September 1. Though it is not the official beginning of Autumn (which is September 22), the march toward cooler temperatures, golden leaves and all things Crock... Continue Reading →

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