Dear Liza,
No, I don’t mean Christmas! Well, not totally, and not quite yet.
Auntie Bridgett has gotten her boxes down, and there are candles and angels perched here and there…but what I’m talking about today is the change OUTSIDE.
Since we got home from Thanksgiving in San Diego, the wet weather has kicked in.
The rain has knocked most of the remaining leaves into tall, soggy piles in gutters, waiting to be hauled away on neighborhood “leaf days”.
The branches left behind are architectural and magnificent.
Moss is blooming, mushrooms are sprouting. I am in awe of the amount of life on every inch of stone wall and tree trunk.
I love our wet weather. Of course, it means a few more layers and a fluffy hat under my brimmed hat, but it’s all good.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 