CRAYFISH, QUESTIONS & SEASONAL SWINGS
We are falling into fall. The cold, the rain, the grey, the dark, the falling leaves. The fields are all stripped and plowed; haybales dot the hills. Geese and swans are flying fast; it’s coming. Because we had nearly no summer, it feels as if it’s been fall for some time. It’s not that I’m ready, exactly, but resigned, at least. Yesterday was the annual crayfish party that rotates among Anders’ old Scout friends. He wasn’t here, unfortunately, as he’s still in Italy, but the kids and I went and had a nice time despite that and the weather. Yesterday...