A Good Day

Recent rains have plunged the temperature into jacket weather. The leaves of the cottonwood are beginning to turn yellow, like their cousin the aspen. The crisp coolness and clear, bright air give new life to my spirit.

I had already put my beautiful glass pumpkins on the table in the entry to our home and adorned the dining table with an autumn arrangement--reminders that the seasons are shifting.

Then I bought the red clay pumpkin whose goofy grin greets me every morning from his perch on the patio, visible from my bed.

How could I not have a good day?

You write it:  What gives you a good day?