Tomorrow is the equinox. Already we feel the beauties of the autumn in Virginia. I feel an embarrassment of riches in the meadows of goldenrod, the red berries of dogwood. In the garden we have the swiss chard, the summer herbs still blooming, the last of the tomatoes, the sweet potatoes almost ready to harvest, the basil, the many crops just starting to grow.
We had on Wednesday the excitement of about 200 people, mostly children in grade 6 and high school, learning about the watershed on RappFLOW field day at the Old Schoolhouse in Sperryville.
Bicycling in 70 degree weather in this lovely terrain is a blessing.
Every weekend is filled with optimism and celebrations: art, farms, harvests, house tours, wine, plays, music. Last weekend we went to the autumn harvest festival in Monticello. Wow. And Barboursville for the vineyards and winery and the historic ruins and the Palladio Restaurant and a B&B.
Over a year has passed since my PET scans and CT scans are showing no presence of lymphoma.
Our grandchildren are happy and healthy, in Maine. Too far away.
Almost every day i try a different route for practicing the bicycle.
Soon I will spend full time on the election campaign.
We have new water features in the garden, and planning more.
I have a new meadow garden under development.
Hal and I both are involved in several community service activities.
THis week will be the meeting of the Stewards of Creation for Trinity Episcopal Church in which we decide how to interpret the survey of opinions from our parishioners regarding creation issues.
I am starting to work with little children at the CHild Care and Learning Center in their garden, teaching things like the difference between an orange tomato and a green tomato.
Such are joys of autumn in Virginia.