Early this past Sunday morning I set out for church, running a few minutes late, coffee in hand. It was cooler out. A neighbour's medium-sized dog barked loudly, he seemed to be tied to a tree but I went the other way just to be sure, there were no owners in sight. I noticed a jogger, and a few walkers out.
A squirrel scampering off with an apple in his mouth crossed my path. I admired the still blooming garden flowers along the way.
The church deacon gave the homily in mass. He spoke of gratitude on the birth of his first grandchild late last month. The child was over 9 pounds. He wished the congregation a Happy Thanksgiving weekend.