A gray cool day. I still could not resist opening windows on each end of the home for a bit. I had a great conversation with my Aunt Janet last night. She will be 83 in a week or so and is the youngest of my Dad’s siblings. With no family of her own she helps nephew Dan out on the farm. That gal can bake, cook and do garden canning like a team of many more. She is looking forward for the harvest season to come to an end. Less hired hands shuffling their feet under the table for meals.
On that note, Dennis will be ready for a hardy supper when he gets home from the last day of his trade show. A pot of chili will be waiting for him. Life is so good and so special. I send “Thanks” to heaven many times in a day.