When November approaches my days have a new rhythm. I am up in time to watch the sun rise. It may be pink or orange or some shades of both. I can drink my coffee and eat my breakfast as I watch the sky change. The above sky was three days ago. It will never be the same but, except for totally gray mornings as today was, it will always be fascinating colors.
Yesterday was nicely warm after several cool day. As I walked to the beach for what may be one of the last warm walks of the year, I stopped to smell the roses at a house that has a nice border. The fresh new one had wonderful, true rose scent; the one behind it was withering and will disappear with the next wind and rain. I am always surprised how hearty some roses are here on the Cape. Before long the frost and then snow will tell these beauties to sleep until the Prince in the form of spring sun comes to wake them again.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!