Clean cool air strokes my face Exhilaration embraces my soul I ascend high into the clouds Carefully woven fabric my base Closing my eyes...

How did I end up here? Last I knew I was hanging from a tree Am I drowning in this flowing byway? Or am I able to float above  the...

Well, Senior Friends, another Fall is here, with dusk coming earlier and earlier here in Wisconsin. I feel as though I am in the Fall of my life looking at winter coming. We anticipate the beauty of color this time of year. Be that as it may, snow is coming as well as winter chill. If we can appreciate the beauty of color in each day we can choose not to dwell on what is coming tomorrow. Perhaps that is optimistic, but better the glass half full than empty. I hope you can fi