Not surprisingly, also the kind of people I like.
No sales Saturday, but a good day nonetheless: the whole day outdoors, raking leaves, cleaning out gardens, battening down the hatches for the storm on the way. An eight-hour shift of hard work, fresh air, measurable progress. All kinds of woodpeckers have returned to the yard. A fox watched me from the hedgerow and didn't run away when I talked to him.
Should you be on the interstate today, somewhere between Pittsburgh and Syracuse, watch out for a taupe minivan heading north - my parents attempting to get here before the big storm arrives. I'm looking forward to a week of wind and rain and good food and family time. In the words of the old hymn - all is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.