This post is long over due, but it still need doing.
At 7h47 EST Thursday, 26 November 2020, the morning of American Thanksgiving, Baka Kinu Howe passed.
his gentle heart warm affectionate eyes held close
This post is long over due, but it still need doing.
At 7h47 EST Thursday, 26 November 2020, the morning of American Thanksgiving, Baka Kinu Howe passed.
his gentle heart warm affectionate eyes held close
As the leaves turn colour and tumble to earth, Hallows’ Eve approaches once more, the grand event of the season. Candy, costumes, parties. And with it my new employer in Ottawa, SSi Micro, arrange a staff pumpkin carving contest where contestants must some how work “SSi” (not Psi Ψ) logo/initials into the pumpkin. Do you see it?
The leaves fall, though more slowly for some trees than others, as though they are not yet ready to yield to the coming winter. A reluctance shared by many. This autumn has been very wet, with a heady scent of damp earth and fallen leaves that waft morning and night. And with the autumn comes Hallow’s Eve and a pumpkin carving.
The leaves have almost completed their tumble to oblivion, Winter’s chill can be felt creeping closer, and Hallows’ Eve has come once more! Happy Birthday! to Mum, “la Sorcière”.