My husband has made me an outlandishly wealthy woman by giving me the luxury of time – all day, all mine – to do with as I wish.
Stand still long enough and you will see something wonderful. Today it was a flicker working its way up a telephone pole in the first sun of the morning, scouting for bugs, and then perching at the top to send its two-note call to the world.
I looked down and saw that world mirrored in ice, which had formed overnight on water in a wheelbarrow. I shook it and the images slipped away below the surface.
Winter is coming. The leaves are still on the trees but not for long. Time to dig out our hats and gloves.
