The weather this week has been warm and rainy and rather gloomy. I don’t mind, however. I think rainy gloomy days in the autumn are just as beautiful as blue skies. Today it was a bit windy and the wind tore the leaves off the tree so it looked as if it were raining leaves. I was going to take a picture or video of it, but I forgot.
The other day as I was walking in front of my house on the way to the post office, a squirrel suddenly ran across the sidewalk in front of me. That’s not unusual. We have lots of squirrels in our area. However, this one made me laugh because he had a large ear of corn in his mouth. I’m assuming he stole from a neighbor’s feeder. He ran up my neighbor’s tree. I had my camera with me and wanted to get a picture of him, but he scurried to the other side of the tree so I couldn’t see him.
I moved the large tray bird feeder from the pole under the pine tree to the pole right outside the window so I could see it better. I saw a squirrel sitting in the feeder eating the fruits and nuts. Maybe it was the same squirrel as the run who had carried the ear of corn? I’m not sure how he got into the feeder since it’s not close to anything that he could climb. I called JJ over and we watched the squirrel together.
I have been watching the sparrows entering the birdhouses. I haven’t seen them entering the houses since they finished raising their last brood of babies at the end summer. I wonder if they seek shelter in the houses during the winter? This will be the first winter that I’ve ever had birdhouses, so it will be interesting to find out.
This morning I looked out my kitchen window and saw a little chipmunk scampering along the garden path. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a chipmunk in my yard. I enjoy the variety of wildlife that enjoys my yard.
When I was 2-years-old, and later my younger sister when she was 3-years-old, an elderly neighbor began taking us to church. Since we were from a family of six children and we were the only two who went to church, it was easier for us to spend Saturday night with our neighbor and then go to church with her on Sunday morning. All through my childhood until she died during my senior year of high school, we spent Saturday night and all day Sunday with my neighbor. It was a very special time and she gave us some special memories. Every autumn my neighbor would recite a poem. When we got older. We recited it with her. After she died, I continued to recite it. I used to recite it as JJ was growing up. I still recite it every autumn when I see the leaves dancing in the wind: