Autumn sunset

It’s been a long time since I witnessed a sunset from my front porch. But I’m no longer driving to my father’s house every day to help care for him and then coming home after dark each evening. Sadly, he passed away on Tuesday after eight months of being in at-home hospice care. He was…

A little more Autumn color

I’m still traveling every day to my father’s house almost an hour’s drive away. He remains at home in hospice care, and this week we were told he probably has only two to three weeks to live. His decline can be seen daily, and he no longer knows who I am. At the age of…

A little Autumn color

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.” Emily Bronte

Late October

Brilliant colors on the Red Maple this year “I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.” – Leif Enger

Still here, just not as often

I’m still here, but sometimes blogging takes a back seat. Almost every day I make the hour drive to my father’s house. He is in hospice care at home, and I want to be there to help take care of him or just to sit and talk. His conversations often don’t make much sense, but…

Beauty is a fragile thing

It looks like a Luna Moth except that it is brown instead of green. And its wings appear to be very fragile, like brown leaves or even thin brown paper. “Beauty is a fragile thing.” (Ovid)

A hint of Autumn

We may be in the dog days of summer, but leaves on the maple tree are already beginning to show a hint of the cooler weather to come.