Calgary folks have been charmed by a long Autumn. We’ve been far away from quilts, and closer to sun beams. The streams are still ebbing, and wet. The hilly lands are blanketed by grass, and dust. The rooftops are dry. My headache has traveled west, catching someone else’s misfortune. December will come, and my days will be spent awake, alive, and well fed.
Wearing the harvest crown…all year long..