All the rustiness of the woods arrives. The pine needles, the grasses, the ferns, the fallen leaves. Sun, sun, more sun. Brook has been dry for months. I miss the water. Of course, it’s in the river. So many stunning views this fall. Brittany woke me even before Fudgy did. That was a surprise. I swam my laps, felt terrific. Lots of energy. Until late afternoon when it waned, and I made an easy dinner before group tonight. Bought some plants today, on sale. I enjoy taking care of the indoor garden of tropical and geraniums. They are certainly getting plenty of sun. Still thinking, all day, about the exquisite reading and talk Li-Young Lee gave last night. Poet as priest.