“Our harvest being gotten in, our governor sent four men out fowling so that we might, after a more special manner, rejoice together after we had gathered the fruits of our labors.”
Sunday evening, Oct. 27 — We’d had an early dinner and were watching the fourth game of the World Series. Len, who was recently a patient in PRMC, was preparing to go to bed. Just as he was about to crawl under the covers — chirp…chirp…chirp. The bedroom smoke alarm decided to make itself heard. (Don’t those batteries ever get weak during the daytime?)
Helen Hunt Jackson said it best in her poem, “October’s Bright Blue Weather.” Where better to enjoy this stimulating time of year than in Rim Country?
No one enjoys being in a hospital emergency room, but that is where Len and I found ourselves a couple weeks ago. As careful as we try to be at our ages, he had taken a fall and was experiencing back pain.
Have you discovered Cronuts yet? The pastries are a cross between a croissant and a donut and are sweeping the country from New York City to San Francisco.
August, the month with the royal name, is not very royal at all. It’s lazy and laid-back, time to sit on the front porch (if you have one) or on the patio, sipping lemonade, savoring the garden harvests, or stretching out in the hammock with a good book.
A warm welcome to Todd Youtz, new cook at the Payson Senior Center, 514 W. Main St.
It started when two Native American flutists, teacher and performer Betty Acker and new flute player and aficionado Tom Russell, decided to form a Native American Flute Circle in Rim Country.
Attention, seniors! Please be very careful in giving out personal information via computer, telephone and regular mail or in person.
June is pure magic. It transforms Rim Country into a fairyland of blossom and birdsong.