Long, glorious seasons.
I've reveled in it.
Farms and pumpkins
breadsticks and impossible contrasts
soft, glycerin leavesand beeswax, too.
sugar cookies and spooky things
Lots of "nothing..... and everything" going on in autumn time.
As summer winds down, I always get a little sad and panicky... "Not yet!, not yet!" I think.
But when it's slow
and I start seeing the tall, golden grasses in the fields and hills
I forget about what isn't,
for what Is demands all of my attention.
And it's full,