Autumn made an admirable bid for immortality, but a hard frost here and a snowstorm to our south have pretty well squelched its pretensions. Since Autumn, despite its uncanny length this year, turned out to be ephemeral after all, I’ll honor it by remembering some other ephemeral friends it had offered me.
As I walked one day, I was surprised and delighted to see several dozen goats in a pasture down the road.
So I bid farewell to my ephemeral animal friends and the equally ephemeral gold of Autumn. It’s time to let go of what was and dream of what’s to come.