10/26/09

This morning I walked into the coming storm. Yellow and red leaves are dancing ahead of it. The tops of the fir trees are bouncin around. Fall beauty is all around me and the earth's soft aromas replaces summer. the walk loosens up the tightness from Sunday's garden clean-up and more hauling of rock, layering of gravel. Tools and hoses are put away. Spent summer blooms have been cut back. Mulch is brewing in the compost pile. Gray clouds are skidding along overhead. "Macbeth" is waiting for a rainy read. Let the storms begin.