New posts coming. Perhaps this weekend, perhaps Monday. It’s a lovely, sunny 58 degrees here. Bright sunshine, mists over the hills, trees turning to their melancholy Ozarks fall display (no brights here); kildeer peeping in the pasture, singing to a whole new crop of romping calves. A tiny, tail-less Carolina wren has come to visit–how does the little guy fly without a tail rudder? Off to shower and then to write (or, at least, to think.) Thank you for visiting. More soon–I promise.