Wisdom with the Mail

I live in a small town.

I live in a small town with less than five hundred people. 

I live in a small town with less than five hundred people that is bigger than the whole country of Bahrain.

So, that means when you see people, you talk to them. The woman who delivers my mail is one of those people. She stopped and got out of her car to look at my garden -- my garden with my sad little Brussels sprouts and my balloon animal cucumbers and my possibly-taking-over-the-world squashes. We were talking about winter. Well, it's coming after all. And I do know here in Maine it's coming rather soon. And I said I was worried that it was going to be a much harder winter than last year. (The farmer down the road told me as much.) She stopped and looked me square in the eye and said. Just take it month by month. 

Excellent advice as August is coming to a close. I know September brings apples and cold mornings and the sounds of Canadian geese heading south. And I can't wait for it. September is going to be a very good month, I think.

(Posted Aug 31st, 2016)