Happy Equinox

Yes, it is the harvest time in the wheel of the year, when my family gets a little giddy. The spiderwebs hang like silver crystaline thread in the morning dew, the mist is heavy over the lake, and rambles over the surface like a drunk old man leaving an empty tavern at day break. The mice are back in the attic, and scraping away in walls, and what was a poison in summer is a nice midnight snack in the fall. Shadows creep in the darkness, and snapping turtles find their way to your lawn looking for sun. Time to rejoice in the gradual thinning of the veil.

Lit pumpkins deck the hallway, fluttering with garish smiles. There's rapping on the ceiling, grandma's reading bedtime stories while ghosts disguised are creaking. Staircases thump at two, and later still at three, while the screen door moans in the moonlight, a raspy voice etches a sorrowful tale in your wine-weakened head. Growls in your ear of an enigmatic "He", punctuate a dinner with your grinning family. No howling dogs you will find here, they are mute like cats and deer. Watching the gate as it slams shut, with quiet inquisitive fear. Something escapes from a mirror, like clockwork every year, and it rides through the streets before retiring to your mug of flat old beer. Queer is the mellow morning, as it revels and relaxes in hues, like the twilight sleep of angels, illuminated like Sunday pews.

"Widow" by Pandora Peoples with Annalee Peoples

Southern roots go deep...I made bacon, corn muffins, black bean soup, eggs, and fresh hash brown potatoes this morning. Ah, loving the cool weather.

Enjoy The Growlers!