a puzzler

It came in like the flash floods did a couple of weeks ago (I suppose you heard of the floods here in Colorado? - Boulder was swallowed by a nearby river -creek really- and a town not too far up the way was completely shut off by the flooding. It was pretty dramatic, but our house received about 4-5" of rain while where I worked there was some flooding and a mile up the road from where I worked people were being rescued from cars) a cold front moved in this morning with a vengeance. The temps had been mild and my tomatoes had continued to flourish. I covered them last night as a last minute precaution and I'm glad I did because this morning we woke up to snow on the windshield. The ground was too warm to hold any snow but the air and sky possesses a November frostiness.

I am not ready. 

 

But I am ready for the fall puzzle which we broke out last week while we were on our mini stay-vacation.

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 It's sitting all framed out and ready to be worked on for the coming month and a half (if it takes us that long) until the table is cleared for Thanksgiving and (yikes!) Christmas decor.

I wasn't ready, but there it is. That's life. We aren't always ready for some of the bits and pieces of life that come along but there they are sitting on the table, waiting to be put together. And it will be a nice picture- when we're all done.  

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"We are all standing at the station. The train is always leaving and the soul checks it's watch and wonders if its his time to go." -Cole, character in Key West, episode: Act of God.
"And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all." -- Robert Louis Stevenson