It was a clear and dry and bright weekend
we had up north. It is a wet and cold and windy Monday morning today. October is as various as the leaves on the October fire trees - yellow and red and orange and green and brown and lovely.
A grey morning spitting at us - jealous, I suppose, that we had a good time yesterday. You can hear the wind complaining.
Washington Street is littered with leaves. It has been a serious wind for a while. Most of the wet leaves stick to the asphalt despite the wind, however. Branches of some of the trees sway vigorously when the wind catches them and strips some leaves.
Some of the clouds look as if they are moving west; the blasting wind wants to force the pick-up into the lane on the western half of Highway E. Some of the black, tilled soil looks thick and greasy this morning. The corn that is still standing bows to the west.
Sail away, it's the kind of morning you could sail away.
If two people couple their unhappiness, will they find what they are looking for? A pair of crows on the lawn of Grace Lutheran Church in Ripon bow their heads and pray - "Our Water Father...."
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