Cool on the front porch this afternoon. I didn't make it in to my
office today because of a doctor's appointment. It's quieter than
usual out on Deshea Creek, like the heavens might be holding its breath, scarcely a hint of the wind we have been having for the
past week. The leaves are pretty much off the trees now and a lot of
the birds have headed on a little farther South. I miss the
hummingbirds, with their quiet melody around the sugar water feeder.
The squirrels are busily gathering, the horses in the field complacent
after a morning of chowing down on the hay. Yessir, it's a perfect
overcast Early Winter day, fit for sitting and pondering, like, are
Mourning Doves really mourning when they make that lonesome sound, and
where does the water go from our wet weather spring down by the creek,
when it disappears after the rain....is it still running down there
under ground? And does the Mink family that lives down the creek know
that when women see them all they see is mink coat? And where is the
yellow and black wooly worm inching out of the flower bed, going in
such a hurry...is he trying to warn me that a cold winter is coming?
And how hard would Mama have had to slap me to knock me into the middle
of next week? And was the bald headed man that I saw at the doctor's
office that way because his Mama snatched him bald headed? By golly
there is just a lot of things I need to figure out today. -Stan
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