Ketchup 2

I’ve caught up on my sleep, and now I’m playing catch up on the writing projects. I’m so far behind it’s hard to know where to begin. The important thing is to begin and see where it leads me. A path will emerge from the chaos–it always does.

Low 30s on the farm this morning, frost on the fields, colorful leaves falling from the trees like confetti.

T is here mowing, and blowing. He’s the hardest working man I’ve ever met.

I wrote until well after dark. As predicted a path has started to show itself. If I can just stay on it for the next couple of months I’ll find my way out of this tangled wilderness.

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2 thoughts on “Ketchup

  • Minnette Meador

    Hey, sweetie… Didn’t even know you had a blog. I’ll bet it’s amazing to be home again after all that time away. Give Maria a big hug for me… I’ll put you in my list of blogs to follow. Love you, Mimi

  • Dawn Anderson

    Great photo!! I do miss Oregon and still wish we had moved there sometimes. It was beautiful here in Arkansas this year, though.