Racing against October

A second batch of fall color just under the wire.

It was sort of a bad idea.

Day 9 now and still testing positive but feeling better. My brain is entirely turned off, still. I told my daughter when you’re this handsome, who needs a brain.

I managed to get out for a couple hours in the quiet bustle of the end of September. It wasn’t "magical” or “breathtaking” it was a very perfunctory display of a range of muted colors, mostly yellow—Alberta has nearly no red in fall—and the shrubs, grasses, bushes, all were ready for their winter rest.

I sort of prefer the perfunctory fall. it’s less in your face, but just as moving. Everything cycling into the next stage of life, quiet cues driven by night time temperatures, and daylight. That is magical.

I hope you won’t mind this second letter so soon. I have a serious medical condition that prevents me from sharing september photos in october and so it was wait till next september or force feed you a second letter.

At bottom, you’ll see one of the first two loaves of sourdough that didn’t entirely fail. I made them the day I came down with rona, and somehow somewhere managed to snap some pictures. I’m late to the pandemic on the bread front, but hopefully with some panache.

okay.