Them Bones, Them Bones

It rained on and off for two days — good long soaking rains — and after the horrifically hot summer and so many deadly, scorching fires here in the Northwest, it was lovely.  I think I actually heard the dry earth singing a hallelujah song of rejuvenation.  And the wind blew like crazy.  It played bewitching tunes on my hanging chimes and shrieked through the edges of my windows, while pulling fall leaves from trees and swirling them in colorful mini tornadoes. What a wonderful, transitional time of year. Skeletons from the Halloween holiday are still hanging around on porches and fences.  They look a little forlorn and out of place now that the calendar has switched to November — soon they’ll all be taken inside and stored for another year.  It’s the trees that show us their beautiful skeletons now.