Helene has mostly moved out, and we saw the sun today
for the first time in days. I inspected my flowers and my
Dahlias and my Zinnias made it through the storm.
Truth is, they look better, having weathered the storm.
That's life.
We're all better off when we can overcome and weather
our own personal storms, amiriiight?
Gigs and Christian worked on his motorcycle carburetor.
I'm just kidding; I don't know what they were working on.
I just wanted to type that.
And I did some Halloween decorating around the house.
You know what tomorrow is, don't you?
Goodbye September!
Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;
Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap;
The mist at dusk is risin' over valley, marsh an' fen
An' it's just as plain as sunshine, winter's comin' on again.
But the air is mighty peaceful an' the scene is good to see,
An' there's somethin' in October that stirs deep inside o' me;
An' I just can't help believin' in a God above us, when
Everything is ripe for harvest and the frost is back again.
Edgar A Guest
