Windy and cold. Did the grocery shopping on Saturday. Parking lot was packed. Cranberries in abundance. Cans of cream of mushroom soup stacked on corners. Hood's Golden Egg Nog is now available. Wish I could get some to you, Pip! Stopped by the winter farmer's market, not that I needed anything there. It was packed as well. For some reason, the winter farmer's market is a comforting place to visit. It's so full of life.
It's not autumn's cold that keeps me awake,
but what I feel before the grasses and trees in my courtyard.
My banana tree has lost its leaves;
my parasol tree is old;
and night after night, the sound of wind,
the sound of rain.
Chujo Joshin
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