End-of-September Musings
On a rainy day in late September I removed the screen from the window of my attic studio, cranked the casement open as wide as it would go, leaned out and took a picture of my back garden, with the crabapple tree just beginning to turn. I do love a wet garden.
My Mother’s Compasses
My mother has two compasses in her car. One is securely affixed to the dashboard, and because the needle is a magnet and something under the dashboard contains steel, it always indicates that she’s traveling north. The second one clings to the windshield with a suction cup, and as such is usually reliable, except when it falls off.