Earlier this week, I stepped outside one morning to find the above. It’s still summer, for a few days anyway, but the maple tree, apparently, doesn’t know or either doesn’t care, perhaps both. Leaves are beginning to turn, indicating autumn is on its way and in a hurry. I believe we’re going to have a short autumn with a harsh winter to follow. I also believe we’re going to get more snow and colder temps than we have in years. A lot of people said last winter was cold but that’s not how I remember it. I remember a few cold days but not much in the way of extremely low temperatures. This winter, prepare for cold and a lot of precipitation. That’s how I’m approaching it anyway and every trip to the grocery store has me buying more dried beans, rice, flour, coffee and other staples. We have to cross two mountains to get to the grocery and while we have four wheel drive in most of our vehicles, I’d rather be prepared than have to make an emergency run. There are folks who have to be on the roads in inclement weather, I see no need to add to the mix if I don’t have to.
~Peaches, a Sabino American Curly horse, in the foreground ~
Mary M., basket maker and alpaca wrangler above, has been involved in hospice this past while. Bob McGraw passed away yesterday and will be sorely missed by a tremendous number of people. His wife, Anita, kept an online journal and it is heart searing and uplifting all at the same time. Please put Anita, family and friends in your prayers for a little while. Bob and I were friendly acquaintances and if we met on our various errands, would always stop and share a few words. He was kind and gracious and, somehow, kin to Dave; both shared the same Grandfather, eight generations ago. He told us once that was why he was involved in War Between the States reenactments; he felt a kinship with his blood and wanted to honor them and a shared way of life. It will be strange not seeing him around town, at reenactments with his hand crafted canon. God Speed, Bob.
Earlier today, I told Mary if I was ever in need of hospice, it was she I’d want by my side, just after family. Mary is gracious, kind, soft spoken and a family nurse practitioner. In fact, she was the first health care professional I saw when first we moved to Tazewell County. In the intervening years, she’d moved on, as had I, and our paths didn’t cross again for a long time. She’s teaching a basket making class tonight and I am greatly looking forward to this time.
Until next time,