10" x 10" hand painted collage papers and graphite
Tomorrow is November 1. It is my birthday month...Thanksgiving Day and in the "olden" days it would be parent teacher conferences. A month of muted colors following October's wild autumn bowing out. November's pale faded golden corn left in the field rustles in the wind sounding (if you walk down the farm road) like a kind of orchestra of brushes. Forests and grass turn yellow and brown and along with some dusty blue-grays of the last grasses and with dark hulls and black/blue seeds flying in the wind. Everything is muted. You smell woodsmoke. You search for your mittens. A fuzzy robe feels super in the morning with your hot coffee.
We streamed church AGAIN today but are going to be in-person for communion for the first time in I cannot even remember when come next Sunday! After church Zoom coffee discussion group today we talked about "thin" places in our lives. Ya know thin places?
After a busy week we'll head down to Lemont, Ill on Friday after my class to see our 16 year old grandson, Pat, perform in his school play that evening. A radio play adaption of It's a Wonderful Life. What a nice way to start the holiday season. Just a quick trip down (about 3 hour drive) and my daughter, Julie, is coming too. We'll stay over and come back Saturday morning after brunch. I am bringing my mom's favorite coffee cake for the brunch. We'll be celebrating Mike and Marie's October birthdays too.
Next week Julie and Mark are taking us out out to dinner to celebrate MY birthday. The restaurant is called The Old Fashion. I love an old fashioned brandy sweet (once in awhile). Come to find out that was mom's favorite cocktail too (my sister tells me).