November, fall is almost done here on Deer Isle. Mildest week I can remember for this time of year. We went to the meadow and sat in the thin sunshine watching the water and sky eating cucumbers and humus. It was warm(ish) and so beautiful to see the rocks and clouds and birds. A perfect afternoon.

We said good by to Jenny this week, CAF's mom, and to our dear friend Toni.

I feel sick with sadness and filled with the joy of a perfect Sunday afternoon with CAF. Holding it all at once.

My birthday is Thursday, I'll be 53. Want to know what I want?

To be 53.

Good night my little darlings. Next time we meet, let it be a day like this.