It was such a long, hot, dry, smoky summer, I wasn't sure it would ever get cold again. It felt like the earth had tipped on it's axis and left winters behind. But the light fades and the frost returns. I don't know if we will get rain this year, but the cold has definitely returned. Time to make a fire and dig out the sweaters. Time for chili and wrapping up in a blanket to read a book.
Sequoia and I celebrate 33 years of wedded bliss tomorrow. Our marriage is entering it's "Jesus year." Scholars speculate that Jesus was 33 in that last year of his life. It was a busy year, full of prophecies, miracles, betrayals and, finally, an ugly death. Here's hoping our Jesus year is more about water into wine, less about brutal crucifixion.
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