In desperate need
of enchilada sauce with lots of cumin and oregano, and pinto beans (the
vitamins that keep my old New Mexican bones healthy and my spirit singing), I dash off to the store on the back road before the light goes.
I also pick up dark
roast coffee; crystallized ginger and lemon scones; and a small wedge of smoked
cheddar. And on the way home I am
cheered by a glass pumpkin festival, a Salieri aria, an old man with a walking
stick heading along the road into the last of the day's sun (reminding me of an old friend who carved a stick of olive wood for his wife on the final trip they made to Greece, though the seas were too rough to get to Santorini), and a greyish terrier waiting
with comely patience while his walker finished a phone call.
Everywhere, blessings.
image: Glass Pumpkin, Smithsonian
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