Today has been a day of unanticipated munificence.  I speak of the bounty of life. Quite literally the world about me has proven to be a sumptuous picture of lavish generosity. The image was completed today by a cloudless azure sky, the enchantment of flat-bottomed boaters on the river, historical friendship and a startlingly uncommon dry late-summer air.

As is my custom I ventured into the city briefly at midday to accomplish my psychological imperative, the ritual act of purgation; viz., a car wash (for which by the way I seek neither approbation nor exoneration). The subsequent drive along the Appleton Side Road and Ashton Station Road was inexpressibly prepossessing. Certain of the adjoining agricultural fields had been mown or cropped, leaving remarkably parallel lines of what had the appearance of a mathematical dictate. Otherwise the corn stalks towered above the plateaux. To this willingly confessed princeliness was added the delight of a jaunt along McCaffrey Trail and an ensuing effortless communion and revitalization by the feudalative meadow pool.

freehold, in English law, ownership of a substantial interest in land held for an indefinite period of time. The term originally designated the owner of an estate held in free tenure, who possessed, under Magna Carta, the rights of a free man. A freehold estate was distinguished from nonfreehold estates such as copyhold, tenancy at will, and tenancy for a fixed period, the customary landlord–tenant relationship. Knight service and frankalmoign, which required military and ceremonial services respectively, and free socage, which involved certain services of husbandry or manual labour, were types of free tenure.

Upon return home the liberality was further enhanced by unique culinary productions, beneficence which spoke to the high quality of the autumn harvest (and parenthetic introduction to a novel spice amalgamation). These singular opportunities invite remorse upon reflection, so extraordinary are the advantages. The largess is almost unprecedented. Yet it must be owed we haven’t the privilege of entitlement so our contrition is of wasted utility.