Another year, it’s time to celebrate a long-lasting marriage. My parents celebrate their 61st wedding anniversary today. If you were to ask them what is the “secret” to a long marriage, they’d probably say there’s nothing special. Undoubtedly, there is considerable truth and wisdom in that answer.

This evening, we’ll gather to celebrate with good food and drink. We’ll marvel about how nice the weather has been for a third year in a row, with sunny skies and seasonal temperatures, as October draws to a close. There’ll be plenty of laughter, with an occasional “what are you talking about” moment sprinkled in.


Taking dinner on the back deck, under a quarter moon, may be a bit chilly. Besides, we don’t want any uninvited reptiles coming for a warm-up visit. So, it’ll be an indoor affair.

Happy Anniversary, mom and dad, with many, many more to come.


Though not a scene from the Hitchcock classic, “The Birds”, it very well could be during the morning fly around by these mourning doves.



They fly in large groups, in a sweeping, circular fashion, from Point A to Point B. They do so to avoid falling prey to a raptor, like hawks that normally fly and hunt this same patch of sky. When they land to warm their feathers in the morning sun, they can seem imposing by their numbers.


Then again, they could be plotting their takeover.



“I can still feel the breeze
That rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by”


They drift gently downward to the ground, and crunch when stepped upon. Along with the vibrant colors, this adds to the charm of the fall season.



Whether you have trees, or not, leaves are quite adept at covering the ground and sidewalks. They always find a way into the house, and gather in the least expected of places.


If there is anything we miss, it is the burning of leaves. Growing up, that was one of the traditions of the fall season. It went away in the mid-1960s in our part of Colorado. It wasn’t like anyone set their yard or house on fire by accident, but our county government implied as much. In the late 1990s, someone down the street had decided to burn the leaves that deeply covered his yard. His fire did briefly get away from him, but he put it out with his water hose. The scent of those burnt leaves did waft through the neighborhood. It likely reminded a few of us of the old days of fall.


*Lyrics at the top of the post is from the song “How Do You Mend A Broken Heart” by the Bee Gees.