I saw what I think is a beaver in my river garden this week. There is a red mound of dirt near my trees where I hang my hammock. Rockman thinks it's a fox den--I think it's a misplaced beaver dam. I think a beaver said, "Darn, I'm sick of all this washing away of my hard work. I'm heading for higher ground." Maybe I'll get to see his/her cute wobbly butt today.
Shazam--- I can put this idea to work upstairs in my sitting room when I finish painting. An upstairs fruit basket turnover with my furniture--uh, oh, Duke Boy is stirring upstairs---I just need a chaise lounge --I've always wanted one. Be strong---he's downstairs---outside with Callie--wait for it...
I just opened the window--chilly-- crows fussing, the train whistle, my cardinal, 3 squirrels running the trees, orange, yellow, green leaves, clack of the train going by across the river
---Duke Boy behind me ,"it look terrible". Grin on his face as I get my morning kiss. He's knows I'm a cracked pot--aren't we all?
More birds have joined the chorus--Duke Boy cooking breakfast. Inspired by the speckled grits from a stop off at the Callaway Country Store yesterday.
Time for socks--a little chilly and breezy. Also time to make room for plants in the basement today. Oh Lawd, that means the annual climbing over them in a few short weeks to get to my Christmas boxes.
Several dear friends and loved ones are struggling with serious illnesses and losses. I'm praying for all this morning as I feel the chill of this wonderful new day of hope and promise.
Peace and a new look out into God's October Birthmonth day.
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