It’s that time of year…no, not because it’s fall (so much) but because it’s the dying time (isn’t that the same thing?).  Yeah…I guess so. 

My grandmother passed in November and as it draws near I feel it.  It’s the start of the dying time for me.  I’ve been looking around and it seems as if that time has already started for many of my friends.  Strange how these things happen.  Or, maybe not so strange.

My dear friend Maggie is the one who pointed it out to me.  She told me that it’s a good time of the year to die…that it was natural.  Bugger went and died on me in the summer though….she always liked to buck the system.

I have a new friend.  She sounds just like my Maggie on the phone.  Has her sense of humour too.  It’s almost like talking to Maggie.  Enough so that I have to watch myself.  I’ll start talking to her like she knows this and that and the other thing when in fact…we’ve never talked about such things at all. 

Anyways, the painting above is one I did years ago.  It was of my Maggie’s horses.  She loved her horses.  They were all Appaloosas.  From left to right:  Sugar, Andy and Tashi.  We had some good times riding those horses and watching the ravens…