That wind, that signals change, blew in this morning. It may not linger day to day, but it has arrived. I could see it in the treetops before it came through the open window. The wind that makes everything smell different.
It is going to be a big acorn year. The squirrels are beside themselves. ( I was going to say in heaven, but we all know where that concept has gotten us to) It's the most joy I have seen in a long time.
The acorns are different here. And quite honestly, so am I.
I don't know my oaks well. I might study up. Make that a priority.
It's a clear day, and I slept long and deep. I had a dream, Soul-o wanted to visit the old place. When we got there he met his former self at wood's edge. They did not hit it off. He asked to go home. I woke up and here we are.
