I have been too busy to have any creativity or even quasi-journalistic impulses left in me hardly at all these past months. Work has kept me busier than busy and I am still dwelling in that little walk-up apartment North of Whelm, but I do want to get back to posting here.
The red tide is waning with the Harvest Moon, thank goodness, and the weather has a touch of cool in the mornings that makes folks here in South Texas giddy and sweater-prone, even though it still gets up to the highest of eighties. That is how fall rolls down here and we are grateful for it just as it is.
The Lone Star Baby and I picked out two respectable pumpkins at the pumpkin patch run by the church that runs the daycare she attended as a wee small bairn. We got small pumpkins at the grocery store. I have more small pumpkins for the Girl Scouts to paint. Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins, as it should be.
I hope to bake this autumn. To garden. To write. To rest.
A cake is cooling in my kitchen.