Perfect Autumn Day

Thursday, what a perfectly wonderful day; the sky was blue, twisting wispy clouds wove aa inricate milky tapestry as a canopy above my head, and the sun was bright and warm. A steady breeze kept me from getting overheated. There were enough autumn colored leaves on the trees to blunt the thoughts of the upcoming winter. The only autumn sight and sound that was missing were geese flying across the cobalt blue sky. Their elongated V shapes and honking always signaled the end of autumn with winter close on their heels.

Because of the rain last week, I couldn’t mow my neighbor’s yard. Neither he nor his wife is well enough to be outside to mow their yard. I usually do it, but rain and time didn’t allow me to do it last week. Today, everything seemed perfect. My lawn didn’t need mowed, but while I had the mower out, I did mine as well. It was difficult to see what needed cut, fallen leaves and occasional dandelion blooms marked the way.

Up to this point, my week has been busy. Sunday started our revival services with Thomas Engle; his South Carolinian drawl and idioms added to the spice of his sermons. Monday’s meeting was the only thing on my menu, but Tuesday, whew, I got in line to vote at 6:35 a.m. Approximately the 80th person in the queue, but I was inside the polling place vote at 8 a.m. then had to hustle to pick up my friend. She had a doctor’s appointment in Morgantown, West Virginia. She needed to have staples removed from her knee replacement surgery. It was a close call, only being a few minutes late, but they were so busy, I don’t think they noticed. We stopped for lunch on the way home.

I picked up my granddaughter from school. I wondered why there weren’t others there waiting. I messaged my daughter and asked was she sure there was school. My daughter told me what time it actually was, I’d forgotten to change time in my car. I was an hour early. Tuesday evening was another revival sermon.

My hand and wrist was hurting on Wednesday morning. I was used to driving short distances, but the hour and fifteen minute drive to Morgantown and back wasn’t my norm and my old body complained. I spent four hours at the Chestnut Ridge historical society Wednesday morning, then in the evening I listened to another inspiring message.

So, now we’ve worked our way back to Thursday and the mowing is done. The only thing left for me to do before the evening message, is to clean up then gather my granddaughter after school.