Sublime Is Autumn

A unusually early cold snap settled upon the Bayou State recently. It was chilly the day Norm took me fishing on the lake. Actually, he fished; I crocheted. But the day’s sublimity was not held within those endeavors.

It’s not that I don’t like fish – I love fish. It’s not that I don’t like to crochet – if there is one thing I love as much as writing, it’s handcrafts.

It was the foliage that grabbed me. Chilly temperatures had coaxed the fall colors from hibernation to send my thoughts aloft.

I love autumn.

Fall 2014