Autumn Equinox

Little Jane was just a thought (or a sprout?) at around this time last year. This year, we celebrated the change of seasons with our good friends and a walk in Cherokee park. We gathered leaves, sticks, flowers, dried things and other fall items to meld into a "sculpture" at the end of our walk. We all gave thanks. When it was Wilson's turn, he twice repeated: I am thankful for Jane. Me too, buddy. And I couldn't be more amazed at your gentle little spirit and kindness.