Fall

The rains have arrived washing leaves to the ground. A tall maple in the park wears a skirt of yellow spread out on the green grass. I am not teaching, and for this I am thankful. The job hunt is tedious, but I take long walks and have leisurely ball throwing sessions with Tula. I have time to use my two hands: build a fence, cut up a whole chicken, make soup. Tonight we ate butternut squash for desert. It was that sweet.