The Second Sunday of Autumn

Ritual 44 – Acrylic on cradled panel, 8x8x2 inches

I think these colors suggest the transition from summer to fall, which is why I chose this painting. By the way, I have no idea who owns it now.

Happy Fall to my friends in the Northern Hemisphere! It’s a nice, quiet Sunday morning — the second Sunday of autumn.

I love fall, as you may already know. It’s all too brief, and maybe that’s what is so enchanting and bittersweet about it.

There are only a few signs as yet . . . the days are shortening, there’s a nice little chill in the morning air, the hummingbirds are making a few last passes at the feeders before their grueling trip south, the grass is beginning to slow down, and a few leaves are starting to turn ever so slightly.

My old girl Reno will turn 16 the end of this year, and I wonder how the cold is going to affect her this time. She’s already getting a little stiff-jointed, but she still amazes me for a geriatric doggie. Here she is in a picture from last Christmas. I fully expect her to make it through at least one more. She has reached a healthy ripe old age for a dog of her size. I’m happy for every day that I have with her.

Reno – Christmas 2012

Here they all are in my office with me. This is the morning nap scene just about every day. You can barely see Blueberry the kitty in the window here. I have extra crates and beds so they can pick their favorite each time. That’s Abby the whippet in the foreground, and in the soft-sided crate is Angie, the little beagle mix that we adopted from the shelter last November.

My fall garden is planted, and if all goes according to plan I’ll have both sweet potatoes (which are still growing in the ground from the summer) and some broccoli for Thanksgiving dinner.

I hope you’ve enjoyed your Sunday so far and are thinking creative thoughts.

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