"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."

Oscar Wilde

Yesterday at the farmer's market I bought snapdragons and chinese lanterns. Now they glow red, orange, yellow, and pink against the walls. This week has been abundantly beautiful. The sky outside is bright blue, the air is cool and autumny. Fresh pots are drying all around the pottery room, on floors and tables - some waiting for handles, some waiting for firing, some just waiting. My music has been folk records and classic rock. When I listen I'm grateful to my parents that the songs I remember from childhood are songs I can still appreciate today - not silly children's songs but the Beatles, Eric Clapton, John Prine, Bob Dylan, and old mix tapes. There are songs I never think of until they come on the radio and then I remember a hot Michigan summer, a long drive, good music for good times.


Right now, I'm listening to John Prine sing "In spite of oursleves." A song my huband is hoping to teach me to sing with him.