Light rain falling on a seasonably cool morning coffee muses.
The Christmas week countdown is on. Post Office visits are the daily chore of my week. Along with rounding up the ingredients of my Christmas Dinner. Another holiday another day in the kitchen.
The oak has reached peak fallness, I do not see a touch of green anywhere. The cypress trees… not there yet. The big oak at the back of the neighbors, it to still shows some green in the golden brown. And the poor tallow trees, they’ve pretty much lost every bit of color they ever had.
There’s a very light rain falling this morning. The temperature is moderate for this time of year and the clouds are going to keep it that way.
The Post Office is calling g my name. Gotta go.