I’ve spent the day preparing enchilada sauce, having harvested a few tomatoes. A neighbour gifted me a handful of jalapeños, which are also going into the pot. Later, the kids are coming for dinner, so I hope my feast turns out.
So much of life weaves in ways we never expect, and I am unwilling to believe that the tapestry is unfinished, holding onto hope that there is more to come. My health continues to slip, but I remain positive.
There is ripening happening here.
A found poem, with lines borrowed from each of your works:
Ripe, yet unsophisticated
the air fills with that start of fall crispness,
dancing amidst the flying sparks
getting ready for something to happen
and that is only the beginning.
Thank you for your thoughtful and interesting posts.
See you tomorrow for a new challenge.