Landed in Oregon XVII

October 27, 2007

Another lost week. Today is the second day of frosty mornings. Friday was 30 degrees and today was 28. Fall is ending. Winter is coming.

The cats are not ready. They sleep in the Sun Room. Each morning, I open the doors to the outside. Manny sometimes jumps down and beats me to the yet to be opened door. This morning he was beside his brother. He didn’t budge. His nose was buried in Cappy’s fur. Waiting for the sun.

With frost, more leaves are falling. Some trees are denuded. I checked the pool -- probably should call it the Leaf Pool. It is downstream. About 30-40 feet long. I have planted redwoods on one side and a sequoia on the other. In one place there is a sword fern with fronds about six feet long. Each Fall leaves pile up, clogging, building back over the pond, becoming waterlogged, and settling to the bottom. Beneath the clear water, the pond’s bottom takes on the colors of Fall. This year, the dam is in place, and the back up is building, but very few leaves yet on the bottom.

The English called winter the Grease Season. In the winter I add 10-20 pounds. I start craving pork. When younger I craved venison and the fat of beef. It has yet to start this year, but the bacon is in the freezer ready.

Housework. Doing little winter-get-ready things.

October 28, 2007

Beautiful autumn day. High thirties to low sixties.

This afternoon I watched Brat, the goat, watch Cappy, the cat, sneak up on his brother, Mr. Manners, who knew his brother was sneaking up on him about half an hour before he got there.

Casper caught a mouse this afternoon, but did not know what to do with it. He played with it. Finally, during a period when Cappy zoned out, the mouse escaped. Not bad for a deaf cat!