Monday in Not-Quite Fall

Monday, you are fresh and full of promise. Even now when, save for Sunday, the days look much the same, there is something about you that says anticipation.

In my first thoughts of the day I survey the busy week ahead and find, not the routine I hunger for, but a smattering of good things I look forward to, and one that brings both excitement and a little bit of uncertainty.

These are the things that make a life.

Outside, it’s cool and wet. On the front sidewalk, neat and compact fall mums take the place once occupied by pots overflowing with scraggly petunias.

I  think of casseroles and soups and warm, fresh bread. We talk of plans and resume afternoon chess games. Our freezer is full and life feels pretty darn fine.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
1 comment
  1. Every day has a “flavor” for me too. In the workplace, it was Friday afternoon. Now it’s Thursday, late morning: Most of my creative energy has been expended, and I look for a lull!

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