There are days that I am running in conflicting directions and totally miss out on a piece of life. But today, I was fishing for it – and I caught a soft, yet engaging scent, that just added to the harmony of that moment. I was even able to ignore the little bug. Feel free to do so.

The garden did not come easy this year, my place of peace, where tranquility was king. I felt it necessary to bring life back to as normal as I could. But, I was so out of step, with my own life. Were you? It wasn't life as I knew it, but, it became a different normal. We forget sometimes that it takes a lot of hard work up front, to change, followed by a bit of trust and the belief that despite the harsh elements, things will eventually work out. As soon as you think that it's all for naught, there is a bloom of sorts. Not always what you expect, but, then again, it never is, is it? #alwaysaflower

Geraniums. I should have known. They are predictable and I should have seen it coming.

Beauty shines abundantly for those who can't see
Cloud dappled skies moving shadows on the earth
Winds laughing as they play through the trees
Awaken, awaken or you shall miss the end

It is almost the beginning of the end. Leaves are beginning to let go, the flowers are abundant and beautiful without the humidity, but, they too are giving it their all before saying sayonara. But, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and I am free to wander about in Mother Natures' backyard. How can this not be perfect??

People are out, some with dogs, others without. Walking to the bus stop for school, catching the light rail to downtown. If you find yourself out without a mission, put one foot in front of the other and take a walk. It is a great place to be in the morning, While we are at it, we are going to do our #WedensdayWalk with @Tattoodjay.

Boxcars. don't judge. They get me from here to there and back again. I have to be grateful because that is what I was issued.

It's green as far as I can see. Soon this too will be full of color or fallen leaves. It is hard for me to guess which it will be. The color has been a little inconsistent the last few years with the rain and lack of it. I enjoy the brief moments we have together and I commit the picture to memory. Tomorrow will be another day, but, the changes come so quickly.

There is so much to look forward to in the coming months. I was looking through some pictures from last year and I had a blazing fire in the fireplace. It was one of the coldest parts of the year. I love the warmth of a fire on a cold night. A good glass of wine. So many ways to enjoy this love that is deep inside - and not enough time in a day to use it all up...

What is it that you love?

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

As promised, I leave you with one Christmas picture, to spread the joy of that season, hoping to pull a bit of it into Autumn. Peace on Earth, Goodwill towards men. How can that ever be a bad thing? Just to keep up to date: The Christmas Countdown: 86 Days 00 hours and 43 minutes and 13 seconds.

The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot