Home, after arranging flowers, I came to an email where a friend shared her poem. Oh, my. I'm filled.
It is a time for poetry, isn't it?
What comes through each of us now?
I think I will ask my family members to bring a poem to our table on Thursday, one they've written or found. We usually listen to Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant. Perhaps we could augment that with poems read aloud.
I bought firewood today and a woman said I was optimistic. Today is a "spare the air" day, so no fires, but there is a 20% chance of rain on Thanksgiving and if it happens, that means a possible fire. Olay!
Fire or not, we will be warm with Autumn gifts.