Humans have done a lot of ugly things to the planet, but pardon me for reveling in the way yellow leaves cast their color on black asphalt. Pretty, non?
Whenever I return home, many mornings of the week, or as in today, after errands, I take great pleasure in turning onto my street. During our many pre-ownership drives to this house, I shrieked, “It’s so pretty! It’s going to be absolutely gorgeous in the Fall!”
And it is.
I’m not even gonna pretend that having 1.3 acres in the city is not my own little slice of heaven, because even when I haven’t done much with it yet, it is.
When we moved here, I had wanted to feed the birds.
Moo loves birds. It started with learning about the kookaburra in kindergarten and blossomed from there.
While we were at The Palace of Rules, my in-laws had feeders, where Moo learned much, much more.
Alas, I hardly see birds here — a Robin here or a Woodpecker there. Just yesterday, I found myself about a foot away from a Cardinal hanging out in the Hibiscus. I had never been so close to a Cardinal. I could see the yellow and green in his eye! I tried not to breathe and dared not move, but when he saw that I saw him, he flew away.
We do have squirrels in abundance: Gobs of squirrels running about, launching themselves from tree to tree. I can identify two of them apart from the others. One is Chubby Squirrel, because, well, he’s chubby. He’s not particularly shy about humans, and he’s certainly not shy about food! The other squirrel has dark patches on his belly, and is a bit skittish, but I haven’t called him anything yet.
A few weeks ago, Chubby Squirrel climbed up into the green apple tree, where he picked an apple and sat on a branch, just munching away on it. I swear to you, it was one of the most precious things I have ever seen!
I’ve seen them hold onto the trunk of a tree with only their hind feet, stretching to seemingly nothing. I’ve seen them cautiously bury food in the yard. I’ve seen them chasing one another, leaping onto higher and higher branches. I’ve seen them give my dog a good what for, squawking and chattering madly.
I had no idea so much entertainment could come from watching the squirrels! Now, we have squirrel entertainment ALL THE TIME!
The Mister wasn’t too thrilled when I came home with a squirrel feeder, nor was he pleased when I implored him to drive a stake into the tree…but Chubby Squirrel won him over, and now, he feels compelled to make sure they always have corn. It really is fun for the whole family.
And yes, we carved those pumpkins, we did!
Well, not Sassy, because she said she would only carve her pumpkin if someone else cleaned it out for her. Isn’t that sad for her?
So I carved mine with a moon and stars, and Moo asked me to draw her a scaredy cat outline, which she cut out, all by herself.
We were very pleased with the results.
We thought one of the tiny squirrels was going to climb into my pumpkin. He came close to climbing in. I think he felt anxious in front of an audience. Maybe next year.
Trick-or-Treating was delayed due to violent thunderstorms. So Friday, we took The Angel, and The Snow Queen, to an altogether different Halloween from what they’ve ever experienced — the kind where Moo was glad to have a fur-trimmed bonnet, and even the kids didn’t want candy as much as they wanted warm beverages. It was a far cry from walking the hot, palm-lined streets of our old neighborhood in Georgia. It was rather spectacular, I thought.
I’m enjoying the return to Fall almost as much as I thought I would. It’s just not complete without a hayride and a bonfire.