|Nov. 1st, 2009 09:11 am California Dreamin'|
All the leaves are brown. Leave a comment
Those lovely fall colors have come and just about gone. The few remaining leaves are now a golden brown and hanging on by a prayer.
The sun, tenuous at best, is hanging lower in the sky these days. But, today, it is shining. In spite of the sunny rays, there is a chill in the air and the breeze is quite cool. I am sitting in my chair with a throw across my legs, the fireplace is going. I am snug on this quiet Sunday morning. Soon I will rise to go shower and then it is off to church.
I have spent the morning reaching out on my computer, sending notes to friends, both old and new, contemplating life and love.
Last night, we only had two trick or treaters. Only two. We are, apparently, too far from the action. When I asked the young goblin and fairy princess who knocked on my door at 8:30 p.m. where the other goblins and ghouls were, they quickly said on Shore Drive. I ponder this as I give them handfuls of candy and I think to myself that it is just not worth the walk up and down those sandy dunes for a few measly morsels of chocolate. Alas, does that mean I have gotten old? Apparently, I am not alone in my thoughts -- no other trick or treaters came by. At 10:00 p.m., I turned off the lights outside and closed the door.
While we waited for the non-existent trick or treaters, we watched Bram Stoker's Dracula, complete with bad accents and bad acting from fairly well-respected actors, and played on our computers.
I entertained myself by reading the polling results regarding the deer population. It seems that about half of the denizens are unhappy about the deer that freely roam our lands. They complain of deer droppings and half-eaten vegetation and ticks. A few appeared to be afraid of rut-crazed deer and others sounded off about having to wait for the deer to cross the road. I sadly shake my head. I love to watch the deer. They fascinate me. It does not bother me that they ate my tulips before they had a chance to bloom. I will probably plant tulips again, just to feed the deer.
I find myself searching for the deer in the mornings when I leave for work and in the evening when I return. They have been in hiding for a while now and have only recently started to show up really early in the morning or very late at night. How do they know that it is bow season? The fawns I saw in the summer are losing their spots now. Their long skinny legs are no longer wobbly. In another month, when the snows come, I will again put out corn. To hell with what my complaining neighbors think. I would rather have the deer as my companions anyway.