This is a beautiful, chilly September morning–blue skies, calm breeze. A small wren lights among the grape vine on my front porch. I don’t think that vine will ever have grapes and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the ground or maybe it would prefer more room. Anyway, the wren finds something to eat among the leaves and vines, then hops over to my window ledge to peer in at me. A few weeks ago, a wren somehow got into my house. Was it this one?
What will the day hold? Hopefully, blessings for one and all and no tragedies like the Great Fire of London which began on this date in 1666. It’s interesting to read of what caused the conflagration that lasted for several days and, amazingly, claimed only six lives.
Wherever you are, may this day hold many blessings for you and, of course, a good cozy mystery or two.
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