Today, I put supper in the crockpot and went outside. The weather was splendid. I sat in my lawnchair under the tulip poplars and the chestnut tree with my iPod and my Kindle and read for hours. The air was soft and golden, slipping through the leaves in whispers and scented with the faintest tinge of distant wood smoke. If someone had set out to create a perfect autumn day, they couldn't have done better than today.
Days like this make me grateful for this ramshackle old house out here in the country. I may not have much, but on these great gilded days, what I do have is more than enough.
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