Reds and grays

I woke up energized this morning. I can’t explain why. Mondays have become my favorite day of the week. ???

Inter-generational bridges. Something Grace wrote about today. I experienced it in a different form over the weekend. Sam’s son Clarke and his girlfriend Sarah came up from Connecticut. Clarke helped cut down a lot of trees, five on our property, and a few more at the lake. (How I feel about that will wait for another post.) He also helped take in cousin Paula’s dock, a heavy job that required waders, a paddleboard to float sections of it in to the shore, and extreme care while stepping on slippery rocks. From some things he said and did, I got a strong (new) feeling that something has changed and he is really, really invested in the camp. And – Sarah is pregnant, due in January. I don’t think of myself as part of their family. I’m Sam’s partner, not his kids’ stepmother. But – why not? Becoming a “grandmother,” let’s try that on for size.

I offered Sarah a pumpkin to take home. At first she declined, saying their car was too full. The next morning, having blueberry pancakes at our house, she changed her mind and picked one out.

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The colors of autumn. It would be so easy to take 100s of photos of the leaves. I try to limit myself. So just one for now, this arrangement of red leaves against gray trunks. Including the dappled shadows, which will go away (be different) when the leaves go.