"Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.

- Krishnamurti

Less than an inch of snow over the grass in the morning light. Day warming. I did not find ice on my walk, but other beauties. Weather report for Boston area says maybe more snow tomorrow night. Western Mass. got quite a bit. So, winter is coming on quickly. A sweet, relaxing day spent in good part with my youngest: a mother/daughter day. We got massages and then lunch and a tiny bit of shopping, in person, and online. The chance to have deep, uninterrupted, focused conversation. Needed and desired by both of us. In the late afternoon, near dusk, Frank and I walked across the field to the river with the special one. Quite a chilly breeze at the river’s edge. A heron passing in flight. Quiet. I tossed the soft pumpkins and the browned mums into the compost heap and the flaccid corn stalks as well. Clearing for greens and berries. Put the porch cushions, in their newly washed covers, to hibernate in the basement. Cleared clutter out of the dining room. Ready to set up the Christmas train. Felt very satisfied with this progress. Tonight, mediated, ten minutes, my fourth day. Deep quiet, and remembering my time outdoors.