This weekend, both my daughter and my puppy dog were ill, so I went about my travels on my own.  I went up to March Farms for the week’s supply of apples, cider, and tomatoes.  We’ll be back on Friday for our pumpkin while the selection is good.
The fall colors were vibrant, and the skies were clear.
The graffiti down the road from the swamp was telling:  the Joker promising revolution…
It was a clear and peaceful weekend, but a little lonely with my girls under the weather.
Still, it was good to be home to as we all rested for Monday.

“...but I suddenly realized what small towns are. They are places where you grow up with the peculiar -- you live next to the strange and the unlikely for so long that everything and everyone become commonplace."  (John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany)


Our World Tuesday