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POST-HALLOWEEN POST:

Unfortunately, the dark and scary side of Halloween is this side. It's the side where I'm left with a big bowl of mass-produced, brightly-wrapped, "just-one-more"-sized candy and no one around to help me eat it.

That's right--not a single little witch, goblin or ghost scuffled across the front porch and banged on the door, crying a muffled "Trick-or treat!" from behind a mask; my yard man and I got nary a request for candy, in spite of leaving the porch light on far into the evening.

And then, today, my yard man dressed up like a cowboy (Well, the hat wasn't exactly a cowboy hat, and he didn't wear boots, so I suppose I'm exaggerating ever so slightly) and drove off out of town to round up some horses, leaving me all alone with this devil of a bowl of little temptations!

Yikes!
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NOTHING LIKE FABULOUS FALL WEATHER AND A TRUMPET concerto to festoon one's day in a favorable way!





(The old stone railroad bridge is a nice enhancement, as well).

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I HADN'T BEEN TO VISIT MR. BULLFROG for much, much too long, so yesterday afternoon I put on my walking shoes and went to the park. I figured if I couldn't get there on a day like this one (it seemed like summer, but with autumn falling down all around), there wasn't much hope for getting back into my walking routine before the whiteness of winter is what's falling all around!


















After not having seen my park for at least a month, I hopped out of the car eagerly and set out on the loop. I saw there were three dogs walking the trail with their owners. To myself, I named these dogs: Small, Medium and Large; and then the owners: these guys I called Mr. Large, Mr. Medium, and Mr. Small. It was really rather comical--the big man with the dachshund, the small guy with the, uh...some kind of jumbo dog. And of course, Mr. Medium was walking the Beagle.

But, really, it was Mr. Bullfrog (I guess I should call him Tiny) with whom I was hoping to visit. So when I got to his area of the park, I was shocked and surprised to see that his home had been greatly disturbed. He was nowhere around.


I have no idea if the place was condemned and he had to pack his bags for good, or if what's going on is simply renovations---and I'll see him again when they're complete.

I do hope it's the latter.


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WHILE OBSERVING THE CHICKENS TODAY, I thought about how well they fit into the color scheme of the current season! The Little Actor was briefly here again this afternoon and we just happened to be watching these barnyard fowl together. As they clucked and strolled around the chicken yard, I think he was struck by their autumnal shades, as well.




It's even possible one of the hens was commenting on this very idea, herself!




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THE LITTLE ACTOR WAS HERE TODAY, helping The Gardener
separate bulbs of garlic
into cloves.

Later, The Gardener and The Yard Man
planted the cloves,
while that Little Actor and I went over some scripts.
(We also had a snack, watched the horses in the meadow and exclaimed extensively over them, collected the mail from the mailbox, read some books, and one or more of us took an afternoon siesta.)






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