Somewhere to play.

The Grim Reaper.

Into every life, the Reaper will call.

A negative week ...

My Mom's youngest sister passed away after a battle with the great C.

Then again, a child (who is a grown man, still a child to me) fought his last round - again the C.

This is the way of life, the way of all flesh.

Winter is dusting off the trees, leaves everywhere, dust all over, even the sun is clocking in later in the morn and leaving earlier in the evening.
The electric blanket is a welcome addition to the night's rest.
Soon frost will be a daily thing.



to be cont'