Had a pretty severe blood loss yesterday about sunset. On my fabulous back patio garden trying to watch the sunset. Damp with bug spray but the mosquitoes must have been starving or I just looked like a tasty treat. Almost gave up and came in but instead put on more repellent. Hopefully, I'm not West Nile infected now--heed the warnings.
This morning my window is open and my coffee is getting chilly quicker than usual. I don't mind. My birds are singing. My neighbors cats went to live on the farm--they really did--my chipmunks are doing happy dances complete with chest bumps to celebrate. Not sure if they, cats not chipmunks, were the ones who kept the coyote at bay but I saw him on Thursday and we heard something eat something last night--could have been the owl but I didn't hear him giving a hoot.
Pray without ceasing. I Thessalonians 5:17. Conversations about life count. I think. I hope. I pray. That was one. I hope. Mondays are usually great days for such conversations. as are Tuesday-Sundays.
Praying you will have a day touched with the wonder of the coolness of fall. The upright kind. Not the can't get up variety.