At Sunset

The sun is setting so fast now. I feel like I run that last hour of the day to get every thing finished before the sky is dark and velvety. I was cooking dinner tonight as the sun was dropping behind the trees. The trees that are turning red are now becoming with the setting sun like trees on fire. I wanted to run out so bad with my camera but dinner was already late. I made cornbread and it needed butter. Steaming cornbread and melting butter is its own treat.

I am so glad that Ron planted all of these trees that change color every fall. You know if you had palm trees you just get flags that wave in the wind. One of our sons and his wife are in Portland, Oregon today. He kept sending me these beautiful pictures of Mount Hood with snow still on its peak. The lake that they were standing by was like a dark purple looking glass with Mount Hood reflected in its depths. Our daughter and her husband are in Northern California and they were sending pictures of the Golden Gate bridge and then of the rocky beaches up there.

Seeing the pictures reminds me of the beauty of the west coast. I think that every place has its own quiet beauty. Right now every time I go outside to get my 250 steps, the weather is perfect. The skies are blue and the air seems sparkly. I wonder why in October the skies turn to azure and the air seems to crackle with gold.

I just had to write tonight. Seeing the sun and the leaves, just makes me feel so happy to be alive.

I hope your day is just as wonderful.

~Kim~

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November is usually such a disagreeable month as if the year had suddenly found out she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it.    

Anne Shirley