seasons change

Wow, Fall did hit me like a truck this year. apologies for the despair in my last post! It was both necessary and melodramatic. last week was one of those where the big things I have no control over and the little things I do, teamed up and jumped me and beat my ass into grass. I made it out though, and all of a sudden the air is more crisp and smoky, Dorothy Ashby is playing in my ears, a bouquet…