Usually during my morning walks with Jack are a good time to think. I tend to pull ideas together that end up forming some sort of coherent writing later on. Not today. My mind seems to be as foggy as the weather around me. My thoughts took more detours, U-turns, twists and turns than roads under construction in Ohio summers.
So, here are my ramblings. . .
* As I walked out the door I realized that I am ready for Fall. That is, if we get a real autumn. Often, in our neck of the woods, we go from the summer 80s and 90s to the deep fall, early winter 30s and 40s. I love the crisp cool air in the mornings and all the brilliant colors of the trees. And I am ready for garden clean up - neat, tidy plots of earth ready to sleep for the winter. There is something calm and orderly about that.
* I think I'm ready to start a new project. I usually have something going - sewing, quilting, weeding, jewelry making, a church project - but I realized I don't have anything at the moment. I thought I might like the "quiet" time, but I guess I don't. I feel idle, lazy and lost.
* As we were walking this morning I could smell the breakfast one of my neighbors was cooking. It was wonderful. I brought back memories of when I was a kid and we used to go to family camp every year. As we'd walk from our cabins to the lodge where breakfast was served, we could smell the food they had prepared for us. We'd greet the other campers and sing one of the many graces we knew before digging in. Soon we'd find out what was in store for us that day, what activities were planned.
* Near the end of our walk, I found a penny on the ground. Pennies from heaven? "Hi mom!"