First and foremost, my thoughts and prayers go out to those in Milton’s path, and to those coming to grips with the aftermath of Helene—more than likely, one and the same.

My stuff:

By late October or early November, most folks in my neck of New England will stop mowing their lawns because the grass is “no longer” growing. Riding through a residential neighborhood with well-maintained yards, I espied a lone mower on the range.

A somewhat uncommon occurrence at this point in time when leaves are beginning to show their true colors, rarer still: an elderly gent pushing a manual reel mower. Granted, the area was a postage stamp lawn. Still, he had to slog his way through thick and lush grass.

Reel mowers fell out of favor in the Sixties and Seventies. Even though leaf blowers have come into their own, rakes are still on the uptake.

In the capacity of a writer, I’m pushing through the draft of chapter 4 (1073 words thus far) along my Contemporary work in progress.

*Along the lone venture of writing, may each of us push ahead with our own word power.

My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.

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