The Rainbow Glider

Norman was up in the sky after chores last evening. I was out on my deck after dinner, taking a look at the town and heard the undeniable hum. His motor-powered rainbow glider sounds a bit like a lawn-mower, and a bit like a dirtbike. I regret never asking him about it. How'd it come to be a part of his life anyway? For me, his flyer is another little thing that I love about my hometown. It is a wonderful thing that he can take his glider up and fly overhead of our valley like that. We all share a beautiful little corner of the world, down in the Creek, and I think that he must have the best view of every thing up there. I could have sworn he dipped down a bit to check out our sheep from above as he passed by toward sun-down. At about the same time, my husband, John, and my Uncle, Doug, were walking out in Danny Lussiers fields to get John's treestand up. Norman flew overhead and waved. They waved back. In my book, that rainbow glider isn't a bad way to get the low-down on what's up in Sheldon Creek. But lets not all get one, though- that thing sure does hum!

Belief

I went to the camp at Fairfield pond this morning to drop something off with my sister. The dew was so thick on my windows and the air so crisp, I had the warm defrost on all the way. Last night's Fall chill had raised Black Creek's "Fog curtain" which was hovering in the valley, as I passed over the bridge. Later as I pulled onto the Napoli Camp Road, I noticed the mist on the glassy water was rising and circling making the boats were look as if they were floating on clouds. VPR said that we should cover our gardens tonight, because there may be frost. I believe it.

Foggy Beginnings

Fog was thick in The Creek yesterday when we woke...a sure sign all the way to the beginning. Fall is upon us. We were also faced with, during our waking moments, the first day of school...you could smell it in the air. Foggy morning beginnings stretch back to me waiting for the first bus or my mother and her sister and brother walking to school in The Creek, when it was still in the red building. For a moment, yesterday could have been yesteryear. The fog was so thick and then finally it lifted revealing a brilliant blue sky day. It hinted at summer, but we knew the truth. The weekend was filled with back to school preparations and pickling our harvests. Now our kids have full backpacks and the pantry is filling by the minute. It's been a summer squash, cukes and beans summer. Now the blackberries are here too. We know our gardens will need to go to bed soon, and the first frost is around the corner. For now, though, let’s breathe in the cool air, take time to reflect as we fill our bowls full of harvest and listen for the sound of the bus coming up the street.

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