If you checked the dictionary for fall day, you’d see a picture of today. It is 63° with a light breeze, a bright, warm sun and a cornflower blue sky with a few scattered clouds. Nala stays outside enjoying the day. Henry comes in hoping for a treat but disappointedly goes back outside to join Nala. Henry is the noisy dog. Nala is the sneaky dog.

My dance card has one item left, a uke concert tomorrow. If you’re counting, it is the 4th uke event of the week. We’re still playing cowboy songs. Yesterday I wore an old felt black cowboy hat and a bandana. The hat was once part of a cowgirl outfit. The crowd clapped and sang along. It was fun.

I’m on a Peanut Butter kick. I have it for breakfast and lunch. It is super chunky peanut butter. This morning I had it on the end piece of the loaf I had just opened. I put some honey on it in a decorative pattern. We all liked it. Even in Ghana I ate peanut butter sold in the market as groundnut paste, a soup starter. It was thick, bread tearing thick, so I used groundnut oil to thin it. I always had a jar of groundnut paste in the kitchen.

When I was a kid, my life was a certainty. Weekdays I went to school. What to wear was never a choice. I wore my uniform. I sat at my desk and plodded through the day. For lunch it was usually a sandwich and cookies. Both varied depending upon how close to shopping day it was. The lunch was bountiful early in the week. After school, we played on the street or in the field. We played hard. The afternoon was short.

Fall is almost in full swing. The leaves are changing. Yesterday I saw trees with red leaves and others with yellow leaves. They stood out from among the leafy green trees. Cranberries have been harvested from the bogs. The sun is sharper. At night the air is cool and even cold. Darkness comes early. My street seems to come to life at night. There are lights shining from every house. It has a cozy feel.