Thursday, October Eleventh

Finally, a morning where the outside temperature is cooler than the inside temperature… a gorgeous fall morning coffee muses.

No fans neccessary, it’s cool for once… actually cool. When I stepped out the sun was shinning. It’s now hidden above a mostly cloudy sky.

As I sit here on the front porch, I here the pitter patter of falling acorns. Occasionally, it’s the louder thunk of one hitting the roof of my car.

There’s enough of a breeze this morning to set the wind chimes singing quietly. It’s also shaking the trees enough to cause leaves to fall all over the yard.

It’s almost time for the pecan to start falling. We still have bags of pecans the grandkids picked up last year. We just aren’t big pecan eaters around here.

I’m still hearing a few hummingbirds, though it looks like the majority have finally caught the northwind south… I doubt we will see a second wave this year as the first one held on for so long. Time will tell.

Last week I mused about my first cousins and our family reunion. My sister pointed out to me that I had undercounted by three, two men and a woman. She was right. My only excuse is, they are the three I have seldom seen over the years and I was working from memory and not looking at my family tree. So, in actuality, my generation has six males and five females still alive to the best of my knowledge.

And next year we will celebrate 60 years of official reunions and an unknown number of unofficial family Sunday dinners where most of the family showed up with potluck after church at grandma’s and grandpa’s house.