It’s all the Fall adjectives this morning: crisp, fresh, cool. I take James Taylor with me to the barn and he sings about walking on country roads and friends and sweet babies while the goats and I milk and visit. My husband reaches down to fill a watering pail from the trough, and Matilda leaps gracefully from the fence to his back. Feline ballet. He scolds her but lets her ride. We walk back to the house together, man and me, trailing goats and chickens behind us.

It’s a good beginning.

May you have good beginnings, middles, and ends this weekend, Friends. May your days be warmed by surprise visits. May your families be fed and cared for, and may your weekend walks be accompanied by love and good music.

May you be blessed.