Into Fall

Keeping a promise today, I've started this blog at an appropriate time. Fall is just a few days old; it is the 26th day of September, thus twice 13. The day is variable. A great cloud covers the big White House across the way, but it leaves a sizable span of blue sky to show that all is well above: the planet at least is still performing as it should. Wind is moving the foliage of many trees. Someone is taking a little dog on a walk in what used to be called a perambulator. B's word for the day--her waking word--was perspicacious. That's not a word short enough to accommodate our version of MyWord, but it is appropriate to our age and season. Tomorrow we go to the Eye Doctor to make sure our sharp sight remains well honed. As for our prospects longer term, well, Fall describes it well enough. But as of this day, the grass is both neatly short and very green. The pear tree shows a few brown leaves, but the rose bushes are lush. So not a bad start for what this blog will hold: anything and everything, but above all a record of how one sails off into the wee days of life.

The image is the last of some ten or more Monarchs we helped rear this Summer. With the last gone, Fall has come.