We’re creeping forward to longer nights and cooler weather. Leaves here in the People’s Republic are not putting on much of a show so far this year—at least in terms of colors. (Not like past years.) But I’ve got a two-foot layer of fallen leaves rimming my patio, waiting for the cluster landscapers to blow them into piles and haul them away.
Still, there's this:
Squirrels are
scrambling about hither and thither, tennis ball-sized tree droppings (nuts? Seeds?
I dunno) in their mouths, looking for places to bury them.
I’ve wrapped
the pots holding my three dwarf citrus trees in bubble wrap to protect them
against whatever chill we get. (Although, what with climate change, we haven’t
had really cold weather for a couple of years.)
And I bought
myself an electric mattress pad. You cannot believe how luscious it is to climb
into an already-warm bed at the end of the day.
I’m grateful
for all of it in this autumn season.
©2024 Bas Bleu
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