The U-Haul’s wheels turn steady,
swift and certain, down the road,
never choosing its direction,
only going where it’s towed.
When they reach Fort Riley, Kansas,
there’s a stop to change the load.
Then another driver takes it
to go somewhere down the road.
Each day’s a blessing.
One by One.
They bless each life
from sun to sun.
The October day is crisp and
sweet with Winter on its mind.
But ling’ring summer memories
keep it soft and warm and kind.
Rabbits won the Zucchini Wars.
I can’t fight them anymore.
When I want fresh vegetables,
I’ll buy brocc’li from the store.
I’m losing the Zucchini Wars.
I surrender. I’m giving in.
I fought the fight with all my might.
It’s October. I just can’t win.
I used to think that it was good
for people to have Ambitions.
But, that was ‘fore I understood
the Nature of Politicians.
The meadowlark was made to sing,
sending sweet notes through the air.
May we be like the meadowlark,
sharing music everywhere.
My candle burns for those who drive
the nation’s roads and highways —
—moving the people and their loads
down interstates and by-ways.
Today’s my sister’s birthday.
Sisters hold a special place.
There’s always a connection
space and time do not erase.
I made fresh apple butter
from my neighbor’s apple tree.
Bubbling sweetness on the stove top…..
what an autumn treat for me!
Living the Aging Life 