It’s easy to be somber and sober(-ish) this (erev) Yom Kippur, what with all the death and despair! Our grim reaper-in-chief has set the stage for the proper mood of existential dread and foreboding. Wee! All that’s left for me to do is not talk about fasting!
Speaking of food, since we’re also entering the harvest season, here is a pile of harvest stuff I managed to grow. Also the usual lots of flowers. For those who observe the holy day, “G’mar chatima tovah”. May you be inscribed and sealed for good in the book of life. Seems somehow appropriate in these days of hundreds of thousands of deaths on our doorsteps.