“Autumn is the hardest season
The leaves are all falling
And they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
And the trees are naked and lonely
I keep trying to tell them
New leaves will come around in the spring
But you can’t tell trees those things
They’re like me they just stand there
And don’t listen”
-Andrea Gibson
Hunting wabbits
Little to say these days. Perhaps I have gone into hibernation but forgot somehow to tell myself? Does one think ahead about going into hibernation, or is it like waking up with a book pressed against your cheek and the words written in ink across your forehead, after somehow falling asleep while reading in bed?
Reading a lot. I am magazine addicted. My addiction is on overload.
Still increasing my speed on my runs. It is a slow process at best. But a process to say the least.
Going away party tomorrow night for a friend whom is moving to Nashville.
It’s almost Friday.
The weather is teasing us with temperatures in the 50’s for next week. And I am so glad we did not get swept away by snowdrifts, heck we hardly even had snow flurries.
Ahh life is good isn’t it.
A door and its frame 