Thursday. Rain, cold, gray blanket sky. Breezy wind is teasing, reminding us she will grow to gale-force soon. Roaring fireplace, hot coffee, soft old comforter. This is early for the first “fireplace fire” of the year. I wonder, will winter come early? We had such extreme weather last year, including big September and May snow storms.

The birds find my feeders once again, which were empty while I traveled, but brimming now with seed and peanut butter. I see various backyard birds filling up, perhaps preparing for a long fall flight. Despite the chilly drizzle, the birds are chirping and flitting around.

My first day of work was wonderful. I made several home visits, lots of phone calls, and started my sermon prep. These activities feed my soul, bring me comfort. I missed my community of faith, my  weed-tangled home and yard.

Before I left I tucked a few tomato and pepper plants in the back yard, where the lawn sprinkler reached. I threw in a few cucumber seeds in another corner. A few days ago, I pulled back long weeds and found them all growing well. The tomatoes have set but not ripened. I pick a fat pepper and cool cucumbers. I knew it would be impossible to live without a few garden plants.

Another day of work. Another day of routine. Observation Four: funny how not long ago I craved a break from routine but find it  comforting again.