Autumnal pickings

This seems like a perfect time to start writing. As Nature unhurriedly gathers her summer cloak up and tidies away the reminiscences of the year that is about to end, I feel strangely contented, albeit challenged, with what I am now facing as my main task for a new year.



Getting heavy with new promise of life lingering at the big unknown that we call earth-side existence, could I ever have guessed that my own autumnal pickings will be a child in the wake of next Spring? And as I look into my sons' eyes, when they are talking, excitedly, about the baby, baby, baby, I feel that the challenge has never been sweeter, than this, third, time.