NOON: A day for fires in wood stoves, soup on the kitchen stove, cornbread in the oven, and dogs or cats curled up near or on one. A good book, a journal, or art supplies at one’s fingertips is a plus. Winter is but a month away and, for me, it is a time for introspection, solitude, and quiet.

I would have been going to a memorial for our local sweet man, Guy Kirby, but my road gets too slick to risk it, particularly with a bum knee, if I don’t have to. Guy would understand.

At noon, I have received a quarter inch. Always hoping for more. How have you done, so far?