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Last night I fell asleep watching something on television, but I don't remember what it was. This morning I woke up early, but I kept going back to sleep. The room was chilly, and nothing puts me back to sleep as well as the thought of getting out from under my warm blanket on a chilly morning. It was almost eleven o'clock when I finally managed to rouse myself. The feral cats were excited to see me arrive with their long-delayed breakfast.
It might have rained a bit more during the night, because the leaves were sparkling with drops of water and bright sunlight. The clouds have almost all vanished, and the wind has gone. It is still chilly after the storm, but the air is very fresh and carries the scent of damp grass and pine trees. It is feeling quite autumnal, despite the persistence of green leaves on many of the oaks. Tonight I might even crack open the pomegranate I bought last week. October is a good time to eat pomegranates. Clever fruit, to ripen just when the season makes it most appealing.
The storm began the task of re-carpeting the lawn with leaves. It should stay dry enough tomorrow for me to get another wheelie bin filled, and then I'll have two to put out tomorrow night. We'll see if I feel like raking tomorrow. I like the look of the leaves strewn about, and I'm always reluctant to rake them away. It's not laziness at all that sometimes keeps me from raking, no. Those leaves have a right to complete their life cycle in their own territory! Besides, the squirrels have hidden nuts under them! And raking is unnatural! But we shall see.
It seems to me that I ought to have some plans for the week, but I don't. There are no appointments, the shopping is all done (I even bought two new pairs of pants Friday,) and there is nothing of interest going on that would induce me to rouse my self from autumnal torpor. Except those leaves, of course, and I can easily argue myself out of dealing with them. Well, there is Halloween, but most years that turns out to be about the dullest of holidays in this place. I'll probably end up spending it on the Internets again, collecting candy for the mind. And the rest of the week I'll probably end up falling asleep in front of the television again. Ah, autumn can be such a trial.
( Sunday Verse )
It might have rained a bit more during the night, because the leaves were sparkling with drops of water and bright sunlight. The clouds have almost all vanished, and the wind has gone. It is still chilly after the storm, but the air is very fresh and carries the scent of damp grass and pine trees. It is feeling quite autumnal, despite the persistence of green leaves on many of the oaks. Tonight I might even crack open the pomegranate I bought last week. October is a good time to eat pomegranates. Clever fruit, to ripen just when the season makes it most appealing.
The storm began the task of re-carpeting the lawn with leaves. It should stay dry enough tomorrow for me to get another wheelie bin filled, and then I'll have two to put out tomorrow night. We'll see if I feel like raking tomorrow. I like the look of the leaves strewn about, and I'm always reluctant to rake them away. It's not laziness at all that sometimes keeps me from raking, no. Those leaves have a right to complete their life cycle in their own territory! Besides, the squirrels have hidden nuts under them! And raking is unnatural! But we shall see.
It seems to me that I ought to have some plans for the week, but I don't. There are no appointments, the shopping is all done (I even bought two new pairs of pants Friday,) and there is nothing of interest going on that would induce me to rouse my self from autumnal torpor. Except those leaves, of course, and I can easily argue myself out of dealing with them. Well, there is Halloween, but most years that turns out to be about the dullest of holidays in this place. I'll probably end up spending it on the Internets again, collecting candy for the mind. And the rest of the week I'll probably end up falling asleep in front of the television again. Ah, autumn can be such a trial.
( Sunday Verse )
