Fall turned, twisted, and curled on the stem and lingered in the air much longer than usual.

Suck them away, suck them away.

You get to watch with each passing year the metamorphosis of your offspring

Small birds are not my thing

The shelf at the bay window in the dining room was filled with great, big flowering Christmas cactuses on a painted, dark-green copper tray

Ah, it’s Thanksgiving, time to give thanks for Kitty’s torte

Our rituals were based on the foods at table

It had started in an ordinary enough way

The fall has come and gone with no football games, and I can’t say I’ve sorely missed them

Our hunt for just the right pet