The crops they are a-turnin' colour. Soon everything will be golden.
I'm on the run these days, and tired when I'm not. So you find me in bed by 9:30 most nights, and not wanting very much to get up at 6 a.m.
It's all I can do to find time to water and deadhead the flowers that are in pots. Or to find energy to go for a walk.
I thought time only flew when you're having fun! I'm not having any. But life is good anyway.
Everett hit the rhubarb yesterday morning as he drove into town to work, with me in the passenger's seat. He's only got his learner's licence and I should've made him drive slower. For a few moments there, I was sure the car was going to roll. The boy stayed calm though, and good for him.
Anyway, gotta go as soon as Scott is off the phone. Another day in the sun and wind. The leaves have started falling from the maple trees.
