I had a free moment ....

"I had a free moment?" Sounds like the beginning of an unfortunate poem.

Took some time to rake leaves ... Memory and "the Autumn leaves ... upon my" lawn .... I thought to myself resonating with my own errant thoughts, this AM: maybe memory wavers as the present requires more attention. Came home from meeting last night and didn't maneuver a step correctly ... Howard! You Klutz! .... fell into the azaleas. I laid there thinking that I wrote a poem about the feud between the Azaleas and the Honeysuckle and the uncomfortable choice I was never willing to make to cast my lot favoring the one or the other. After a good five minutes of laughing at the Old Guy in the mirror,' I decided to go in the house to lick my wounds which were minimal, even if they looked worse. M put a band-aid on ... Oh! Was she the Mother I was looking for in this morning's blast? Then raking this AM in a warmish drizzle,  my Fourth Quarter 'ticker' decided on its own to get out of sinus rhythm. And my heart is still chugging along ... I sometimes can think of it as dancing!.

But, truth be told, Playing in the Last Quarter -- at least in the best of circumstances -- seems to strike an Azalea/Honeysuckle balance between "memory, dreams and reflections" on the wonderfully intruding present ... to paraphrase der Alte Hexenmeister from Vienna, Ole Dokteur Freud.

Back to work in office ... maybe my next visitors will bring rakes.

Yes, yes ... Bring rakes, if you like!