The changing landscape

 How quickly the seasons change from green, fully leafed and potent with fruit

 to a change in color and vibrancy as the sun loosens his grip on our tilted and moving planet.

 Leaves fall

 Bugs have had their fill, making inroads into our once impenetrable hides

 We lose our hair, and still ...

 we are graceful in our agedness.

 Inside the settled structure of kitchen we share as volunteers-in-residence here on the Prairie Front, this is the season for us to warm the space up. Pete has begun ...

 Soon these lengths of old curtains will hang 'round the cupboards to keep the cold air from chilling our old bones and hides.

And to remind us that the Wild is alive even with the changes that cause us to drop to our knees a spot of gold turns her face to the sun and I am kissed with Faith by the Heart of the Lion.

Thanksgiving Day approaches and we are grateful for this life. Despite the challenges that sometime leave me daunted and dampened in spirit, we muddle through and find reasons to celebrate. We send you greetings from this place where we are, and thank you for your part in our changing landscape.

We Raise our Hands to You!!