Sunday, October 1, 2023

         The wild black berry canes are thriving again. Luckily, I don’t use the back yard. The canes are free to wonder and climb at will. I wish they wouldn’t. The Pyracantha red berries are attracting the neighborhood small birds. The brief rain creates sparkling leaves.

         I turn on the heater to take the chill out of the house. The former teenager sleeps until noon. The house is mine in the morning and hers in the evening.

         A neighbor reports her glass outdoor table shattered from the vibrations of the low flying military jets last month. When I heard the jets over my house, I expected to hear a thundering crash into the hillside. They are gone now.

         I spend most of the cold cloudy day finishing the book, ENOUGH. After a slow beginning the story became intense and intriguing.