Well now  the season is over and we have brought in a great catch.  mending season My Dad called it fixing the pots, mending ropes, getting ready for next year.  This for me is a lonly time on one level it is not that I don't have my friends to tralk to or my dogs to cuddle my books that keep my mind sharp but no one to pull close slip my arm around give a knowing smile to.  Eat acoss from that does not have a beard or atleast three days of shadow *seigh*  I feel a bit like a bear sniffing out a good cave to retreat into for a long slumber wake me in October!!