The older I get, the faster time flies.
We’re enjoying fabulous fall weather here in Spokane–crisply cool and sunny. We actually harvested a watermelon yesterday; quite tasty. Still have tomatoes, too, and you know how I love them if you’ve been reading this blog for longer than five minutes. :)The dahlias were simply dazzling this year, and I’m glad to say many of them are still blooming. Talk about color! Peonies are still my favorites, and I do love my roses, but I’ve got a lasting crush on dahlias, and that’s for sure. When it comes to art, nobody beats God’s handiwork!
Mornings, I love to watch the little birds come to light on my small statue of St. Francis. He holds a bowl in his hands, which I keep full of seed, and sometimes there’s quite a show. The other day, for instance, a fat, sleek squirrel climbed up to the bowl and planted himself in the middle, temporarily driving away two birds. The little guys were persistent, though; they soon regrouped and chased the squirrel off!
While I’m on the subject of critters, I’ll tell you about our visiting dog. We call her Cherry Pie, since she stole the handyman’s much-anticipated dessert one day, out in the shop. She’s some kind of pointer and belongs to the neighbors, though we don’t know which ones. She travels from house to house, and has friends all over the country side. She often visits, curling up on a dogbed I keep in the kitchen for canine callers, and snoring away companionably. She makes as all laugh–she’s always so excited to see us and so sure of a rousing welcome. Which, of course, she always gets.
The horses are going into their stalls at night now. During the summer, they prefer to live outside and pretend they’re wild mustangs.
And that’s about the size of it for today, my friends.