Flowers

There are four banners in the acupuncturist’s office, each one with different flowers. I’ve been meaning to ask him if each represents a different season and what is written on them. I’m guessing each has a poem.

We woke up to a light dusting of snow and had flurries off and on all day with no accumulation. I made roasted pumpkin soup to take the edge off.

Even with a lighter leaf blower/vac/mulcher, my back is very unhappy from this week’s effort. Maybe next year I can do it sitting in a chair, or not at all. Creative aging...

Thanks for your visits. Sorry I can’t keep up right now.