A cool Sunday morning sunrise to start this morning coffee muses.

Roosters are crowing, a mockingbird sings the sun up. Thinderclouds are scattered around the sky.

My backyard looks like a miniature hayfield with windrows of cut grass waiting to be bailed.

There is a feeling of fall in the air. Though last evening, it seemed summer wanted to return for another round.

I travel today to the town of East Bernard. We gather once again to celebrate our family. This will be the 49th time the descendants of James Boyd and Sally Cox will have come together in an organized way. Though, on any given Sunday back in the day, many of the families would have shown up at one house or another to share lunch and each others company.

This year has taken a toll on the family.  We lost two of the grandsons, and a great-granddaughter in just a matter of months. Of the grandkids, only eight are left. Four grandsons and four granddaughters. Only my mother is still around from the first generation of kids and spouses.

Since the ride is a bit long, and we will need to leave shortly, I had better move on and get ready.