the circle of life

Birthdays come with persistent regularity -- if we are lucky. Mine comes on the first of October, a beautiful month of the year in Connecticut. Summer has recently departed here but the fall days, the sunny ones, can still be warm and comfortable. Today was one of those days. In fact, because of that, I have nothing to report to you this week. I will circle back next week with musings about the definition of humility.

Until then, I invite you to peruse the website for Edward Tufte's Hogpen Hill Farm in Woodbury, Connecticut where I spent several outstanding hours today. It was a perfect day and an excellent start to another year.