autumn

I am guessing it is Friday.  Since I retired I’ve lost track of the days.  I think it is Friday because of the activity after a few quiet evenings.  There is the sound of children laughing and crying. The scent of an outdoor grill.  Suddenly a crowd cheers and there is a big “boom” indicating the local football team has scored. For a moment there is a silent shudder through the harvested Palouse hills. I think to myself, it is time to prepare the garden bed to plant garlic in the coming weeks.