Another autumn is upon us and I’m thinking about seasons. So, I’ve been doing those things necessary for tending the summer. A new furnace filter is in its reminder to do place, the downspouts have been checked for clogs, the extra hoses have been stored, and the lawn sprinklers will be idled. The encroaching season brings back the rain, and we’ve needed more than was given this year. So ‘yea’ for that forecast.
I did however have a good pumpkin crop a few years ago.
You would know about the pears and grapes from previous posts. We ate the last of the Walla-Walla sweets last week.
In less than a month, I’ll be into the second half of octogenarianism and as I work outside, some things are the same as last year. Honkers fly overhead in their V letting us know its nearly time to settle in for the winter. Crows, usually in in a murder of three in and around our place, gather with other murders and screech the change of seasons in multiple murders flying together. 2I’ve counted as many as 30, but that might not be accurate because they keep moving.
It is a fact that I have opinions – or is it?
As my octogenarianism continues, my mind wanders as I wonder.
Or could it be that my mind wonders as I wander?