That brings me to musing about luck; do we wait around hoping luck will find us or do we make our own luck? I’ll use the acronym L.U.C.K.
Tule (too-lee) fog is a weather phenomenon unique to the San Joaquin Valley. Named after the Tule River, the fog is produced when moist air fills the valley bed and is trapped against the cold damp ground by an inversion layer of warmer air above. Essentially the vapor droplets in the fog freeze forming an impenetrable cloud of suspended ice. Seeing the fog make its winter-y creep into the Valley got me to musing about patience.
There is roadside assistance available when the coulda/woulda/shouldas take control of your steering wheel. I find support shows up immediately when I take a look out the window and take in the sight of Helianthus annuus.
Actually, ‘tis the season for a lot of things and that’s why I felt inspired to get myself ready with a new pair of hand-knit red wool socks. What ‘lot of things’ do I mean? Runny nose. Sandpaper throat. Achey-breaky joints. Seems the ailments start swirling around us as we ease into Autumn and thanks to my friend Dr. Carrie Kaiser, MA ND I learned how socks can help me avoid the malaise (tossing in a bit of French for your entertainment & education) with a good ol’ fashion home remedy.
As I gingerly maneuver my car through this minefield in an effort to keep my (fairly new) automotive finish from a forced kiss with woven metal on wheels, a thought comes to mind: too often we treat our energy like these shopping carts.
During grateful moments we might also acknowledge a leaf’s function to feed us the oxygen we require but how often do we extend our interest to a leaf that’s past its prime?