My good intentions went awry but here we are -- a new season, a new beginning.
The summer was full with the usual and the "unusual" -- June vacation to Alaska, a CT weekend to visit friends, day trips to Woodstock and Cooperstown.
A party celebrating the life and times of our good friend Irwin, who died at the the end of May.
I've been walking every morning this week. Sometimes with Alan, sometimes alone. Strolling many familiar paths. A quiet neighborhood, of overgrown brush, mushrooms and falling leaves, broken barn windows, the last of the old slate sidewalks, clothesline friendly, with tall deer-deterring garden fences, of goldenrod and neighbors stopping to chat.