Me and Eric

Cruising on a beautiful fall day, even carrying a camera. Lots of yellow leaves flashing back the sunlight;, a crispness in the air that tells you it is full on fall and warns about what is coming next. Vintage Clapton blaring on the Jeep radio and school kids laughing at the old guy singing and rocking out at the stop signs and lights. Old guys don't sing rock and roll. Well if Clapton and the Stones are still going so are their original fans. Deal with it. Picking up materials for the winter, mostly stout fencing for the lilac bushes to prevent moose attacks. Something to employ before the shotgun. Pretty sure the state would not allow the property defense plea for protecting lilacs. Picked up a few of those steel t=bar fenceposts too, to secure the wire fencing for the winter and then use them to build a better growing stand for next summer's peas. Petunias are still blooming and huge; the rest are beginning to show the effects of the cooler nights and lesser amounts of daylight. All in all the kind of fall day that makes you appreciate living where there are four seasons even though two of them seem to happen in an instant. On we go, still immersed in my writing project. Laaaaaaaaayyyy laaaaaaaaaa Electric and acoustic. In case you kids don't know it, Clapton is God. You can google it,

Lead on to the promised land

When Clapton was God