George left the house at six this morning for a weekend sports run, which kept Martha confused most of the day. She knows that when he leaves the house that early, I will soon be getting ready to head out too. She paced and whined and went back and forth from her cage all morning. I’m sure she thought I was confused, and nobody told her it was Saturday.
I awoke with the sniffles, so I was happy to stay put today after a very busy week. It was cold and rainy to start, but the clouds broke midday and provided some welcome sunshine!
The maple out front is blazing in color. This tree was only as tall as I was when we moved into the house, and for the first few years I would walk over to it in the spring and measure up to it, to see how it had grown. Now I just look forward to mid-October each year when it glows in reds and oranges.
The last of the tomatoes are in the house. I thought they would have been bitten by a frost by now, but the first frost may come yet tonight. It’s 38 degrees!
I’ve struggled to keep up with the birds the last couple of months. Squirrels had taken over the feeders and I was getting discouraged, so I gave the feeders a time out, and I’m ready to go again. I found the peanut ring in the garage (the pole has a baffle), and filled that up this afternoon.
Suet is hung out in the willows. I’ve missed the woodpeckers.
George made me this box to contain suet a few years ago, so even if an unwelcome visitor can get to it, they have to work pretty hard.
He called, late morning, saying how cold it was where the cross-country meet was being held and he was anxious to get home. I dug through my recipes and came up with one for cinnamon-topped rhubarb muffins to use up the last of the year’s rhubarb. It gave him a warm treat when he finally got back.
And Martha was so pleased to finally settle down on her mat, knowing we were all where we were supposed to be!