Zero degrees – it actually feels like November. Outside, as much yellow and brown as green; leaves tumble, squirrels frantically search and bury. Soon I’ll get to use my sexy blue snow shovel. Teaching is winding down for the term too – two Ryerson classes and the home class ended this week. Each class has its special dynamic, each student his or her particular kind of growth and courage. How I love my work.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much