Thursday, November 28, 2024

One day last week, the noise caught my attention. I pulled on my jacket to ward off the chilly wind and walked toward the barn bank.

One day last week, a woman told me the story of her parents. As her father's arthritis began to worsen, her mother began helping him dress each morning.

The world of agriculture keeps evolving in all sorts of ways, and it is refreshing to be able to say that many things are looking up.

This is the time of year that slows us down enough to enjoy the grandeur all around us. The leaves are absolutely stunning as the bright blue sky serves as their backdrop and the sunshine dapples the entire show with brilliance.

I was talking to a sweet woman one day this past week, and she mentioned that her little Westie dog is getting old and feeble.

Last week, I talked with a wise fellow who has witnessed many changing seasons. We discussed how unseasonably hot it has been for October as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Have you ever noticed how weeds come and go over the years? I recall the summer of the battle of Queen Anne's Lace.

When my son was just a little shaver, he came home from school one day, his big blue eyes sparkling, and said, "Mom, I have a new best friend! Can I invite my friend to come and stay overnight?" Cort knew about overnight visits from his older cousins, who always had extra kids around, their homes filled with fun and games and laughter.

As summer fades to autumn, if there is time in your day to pick up a good book, I recommend Heart In The Right Place, a newly published memoir written by Carolyn Jourdan.

For those of you who have read this column for a number of years, you already know that I am a sentimental fool.