There really is no point in me starting a journal and not writing in it for months. There are lots of thoughts swirling around in my head that I want to get on paper, but to be honest, I’m tired. I’ve been working, studying, exploring and accidentally getting my husband hooked on Grey’s Anatomy. So there are things of mild interest and musings to share, but not tonight.
Tonight, it will have to suffice to show you some pictures of pumpkins. Not pumpkins carved in fancy ways, just lots of them, cascading outside the supermarket. And a pile of what I am informed might be gourds, or squash. They may or may not be edible, but as they were on sale outside the supermarket, I’m going with edible. But don’t ask me what you would do with them.
Autumn – or Fall, if you must – is super beautiful here. I went for a run the other morning and it was fucking gorgeous. It was also bloody freezing, so I can’t say that I was *that* happy to be running outside.
There is no closing thought, or witty tale of Americana. Just autumnal leaves and bizarre vegetables. Or possibly fruit.