LingerI came home this evening to find a tableau in the back yard. Two squirrels were pensively scratching the earth beneath the maples, down the small slope. Up on the patio stones there was the neighborhood Siamese cat, laid out from the heat of the day, sampling. One squirrel eventually climbed a maple and began to chatter, and the other loped off down the yard, catching the attention of the Siamese, who began to wiggle and crawl after it. I do not think the Siamese will have much luck: the poor thing has a bell upon it's collar. The cat can sometimes move without sounding it, but not always. It lost the squirrel in the bracken, and then moped off down the alley, looking for some other thing.
It has been hot, far to hot to be October. The garden seems almost tired now; there is little left in the plants for more exertion. The walls have soaked up the heat, an it will likely be some time before I have to think about the furnace. This should probably be the day I take the hammock down, but I am not that smart. Soon enough the weather is forecast to turn, to bring us our autumn of cooler air and windy rain.
Soon, it will be time for soup.
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