autumn makes me so sentimental.
in the morning, i would wake up and listen to our sounds. daddy's circular saw chewing through boards, the woodpecker rapping against the chimney, the faint creak of the broiler door meant mama had to light the pilot.
in the afternoons, a too-bright, clear blue sky. and football -- an endless loop of cheers and announcers. daddy cleaning golf clubs with a halved two liter bottle and a toothbrush.
today has been an autumn day. the sky is that same blue. we opened all the windows. lexie is under the carport; his miter saw is grinding. i am in the kitchen baking hamburger buns for tonight.