She spends more time than usual, seeming to go outside of her
gathering role, with a man with the man
at the
bus stop who shows her kindness, and actual sex.
What I love about fall: My thoughts turn from gardening to snuggling up in front of a warm crackling fire, a good book and mug of hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream... When it's still 80 degrees and it feels and smells like fall... The sound of the school
bus ambling down our street on the first day of school
stopping at the corner to pick the precious cargo of squealing kids... As I walk through our yard hearing the crunch of crackling leaves... Chunky winter sweaters - every September I buy a new one... Watching our resident squirrels scurrying around our yard
gathering and burying their winter stash... Replacing summer flowers with purple and white cabbages.