MindSpinner

The Cornish hens are chicken soup, now almost gone. Catapult Kid’s visit is done - he’ll be home in two weeks for the holiday season but fully intends - fully, fully - to enlist in the National Guard and go catapulting off to basic training in February.

School resumed without me this morning - the car wouldn’t start, and it was too late to hitch a ride with the teacher who lives here in town. I’ll bum a ride tomorrow and retrieve the car in the afternoon. An extra, quiet day off was what I needed somehow. So good of the car to arrange it.

Six raised beds are sitting, newly constructed, in the driveway, ready to be moved to the garden for next spring, when the vegetable gardening endeavor expands. In the meantime, the weather has been unseasonably lovely, with highs in the 60s - perfect for a Sunday afternoon’s walk in the woods at the nearby wildlife refuge. The slow turn of the seasons, the yellow ochre leaves on the path, the brown bird rustling in the bush to the right, the deer following us with dark soft eyes - these promise that, despite all that befalls us, there is that which abides. They are like the shoulder of God, to lean upon.