Dear Diary..

I'm pretty sure we have moved out of those countless 100+ degree days of Summer,and into the much more agreeable and temperate NorCal shift into Autumn...Just fine by me,thank you very much.It's a helluva lot easier to rouse at 5 a.m, and sit out on the front porch to enjoy my morning coffee and cigarette when I've spent the night luxuriating under cover of my favorite Afghan,than having to crawl out from a miserably hot and restless sleep,into yet another miserably hot and restless dawn.

Last night,it rained a healthy 1.5 inches while I slept.Enough that I was awakened for a brief moment by the steady,syncopated snare of heavy droplets on the roof..

Smile..Pull the covers across my shoulders,..and go directly into hibernation mode...I love this time of year.

Cambraic shirts,and Harvest moons.

Acorns,Pine cones,and Celtic Runes.

Pagan days filled with desire.

Earth and air,..comes wind and fire.

Hooded Druids gather then.

Oil lamps,in wooded glen.

To gaze upon the Southern skye.

To eat and breathe,and live,and die

...

..but you know my favorite part?..

The wondrous way in which nature clothes itself in thunder.

..For Hat. ;)