The clocks have been set back an hour, and the dark now comes at 4:30 p.m. Most of the yard work has been done, and we are finishing up the last of it this week. Our son-in-law Mike has been a wonderful help, accomplishing in two days what it would take us a month to do.

Our hearts are still heavy because of the mass shooting in Lewiston. Winthrop was hit particularly hard—three dead and two wounded. The support has been tremendous. Very heartening. However, it hardly needs to be said that it would have been far better for everyone if the support was not needed.  Sigh.

As the title of this post indicates, I’m going to be taking an extended break from blogging. Nothing serious is going on, thank goodness, and it may it stay that way. Rather, it’s because of holiday and family hubbub, and the older I get, the more time it takes me to accomplish tasks that I once would have zipped through. Also, I’m halfway through writing book number 5—Darcy Dansereau, an expansion of The Dog Angel, which some of you might have read. I’ve begun referring to the novel as a “slice-of-life fantasy.” Darcy is entirely set in Waterville in the late 1970s, and while there is fantasy and mystery in the story, much of it focuses on Darcy’s everyday life, her sorrows and her triumphs.

I’ll leave you with a photo I took at Absolem Cider Company when we were there the end of October to celebrate Dee’s birthday. It was a beautiful day, warm enough to sit outside with our drinks and watch dusk settle over the countryside.

A very happy November and December to all. See you in January 2024.