Monday, November 12, 2007

Landed in OregonXIX

Good Morning!

November 5, 2007

Woke up this morning smelling skunk. Strong. No windows open. How? Later in the morning checked outside. By the apple tree and around the Sun Room, the scent -- as it were, stink -- was strong.

Discovered Annie likes sunflower seeds. Eats them out of the palm of one’s hand. Her whiskers tickle.

November 6, 2007

Thirty-eight degrees and foggy. Over in Klamath Falls this past weekend they had fog and three dozen vehicles piled up. Klamath Falls is on average nearly ten degrees cooler than here. It is three thousand feet higher.

November 8, 2007

Cappy is a jealous cat
Looks cross eyed
when his brother
Sits in Sharon’s lap

November 10, 2007

It is a Halloween time of year. The leaves, some losing all color, are falling. Light winds blow them into corners. Turkeys come and scratching must see what lies under them. Mushrooms sprout, tipsy, tippy little umbrellas for tiny folk. The wire sculpture in the middle of the garden, its shiny metal tape was once covered by climbing beans, now is held down by dead, black tendrils -- oddly misshapen and a bit spooky at night. Green tomatoes lie on the ground. Things look dead and dying. One starts to feel the rain coming hours and sometimes a day before it arrives. Sole gun metal clouds have become one overriding cloud that at night comes to rest upon the ground. We wake in the morning in the middle of a cloud. Lazy cloud. Maybe back up in the sky by noon. Like California poppies: they sleep in. But the California poppies are not dying at all. They are thriving. Yellows and golds. Like they haven’t heard: Summer ended awhile ago. Poppies’ reply, Who cares!.

November 11, 2007

I fell another long spindly oak, leaning out over the road. Gradually clearing the road for -- the future fire truck or UPS drivers or Bonnie & Jim or our new neighbors to the north.

Have a good week!