Never get tired

I never get tired of deer in my yard, of how they just blink blankly at me while I awe at them. I never get tired of searching the skies for some special surprise~ a red-tailed hawk, clouds scattered like feathers, hot-air balloons roaming at dawn.
I never get tired of watching the old Chevys putter around town. I covet them, especially the one that is colored Robin's Egg blue.  And I never get tired of Fall or Halloween, or the excitment this time of year brings to the little faces around me. Together we relish in the cozy smell of burning wood, crispy leaves, pumpkin spice and caramel apples, sending me into a feverish frenzy of baking, decorating, and buying scarves I don't need.  We are in earth's annual call to huddle close and celebrate the last gifts she has to bring before she goes quiet for the winter. May I never tire of or take these gifts for granted :).

Much love to you this Friday

xoxo