This morning, the younger daughter and I noticed the phlox, now fully blackened with frost, has withered enough to let light beneath our deck. The two of us (barefoot in October!) looked down through the slats. What might lie under there?
No school for a few days. While the laundry flaps free from the clothesline, the girls bake a chocolate cake for a visitor tonight, and I spread my work over the dining room table.
Every day, less and less leaves on the trees, but the sunlight’s still holding strong.
It was like this:
you were happy, then you were sad,
then happy again, then not.
It went on…
– Jane Hirschfield