Where every day is a beautiful day
And the little light in the kitchen is always on.
October 4, 2021
Good Morning Readers;
On September 24th at almost 8:00 in the morning our son Daniel and his wife Katelynn had a third child–a third son. His name is Danny Brooks. He has a head of dark hair like his dad. Mother and child are well, thanks be unto God. He is our seventeenth grandchild.. Dan and Kate live in New Mexico. I pray this child will know God with his heart and walk with Him all the days of his life.
It was four years ago this weekend we first crested the hill west of the place we now call Bittersweet Farm. That very day I handed Charles Perlos a check for a thousand dollars and he promised to sell me the home he had so beautifully restored. It was the first day of the month of October. It was a glorious Sunday afternoon in the fall. We descended through a canopy of trees and we found our home on a quiet country road in Michigan in the month of October. There was poetry in that. Romance.
It’s just past four in the morning on my day off. I’ve been going at it pretty hard for the last week and it’s nice to have what may be a full day out on Bittersweet without any pressing obligations. A man needs a day from time-to-time to just putter around a bit. I may go for a drive and move some vintage stuff for Lois. That happens a lot. Moving large pieces of furniture to re-sell is Lois’s love language these days, but other than that I’m not planning anything heroic. Hey, it’s October. I may mix a spoon full of pumpkin into my oats this morning and have a extra cup of good, strong coffee.
I may move things around the carriage house or mow, or maybe not. I may get out a fountain pen and write poetry. Autumn is the season of the year most likely to inspire poetry and it just seems right to write poetry with a fountain pen. I may putter in the flower beds and listen to Beethoven or a podcast or a sermon. I just looked at my weather app and there is a good chance of rain all day so I may just brew some coffee and do some reading. I may do some writing for pleasure in my writing loft. I love to hear the rain on the metal roof.
I hope you have a place where you can hear the rain on the roof today, or feel the sun on your neck or the wind at your back, or the whisper of the breeze in the leaves. I hope you can take some time to take in something beautiful.
There are some new writings on my site. When you have time maybe you can pay be a visit and enjoy some of them. I like to think of my place on the web as a place where you can come a sit for a while and refresh your spirit on things true and lovely.
October 4, 2021