It is an early Monday Morning. The birds are starting to stir, the bird feeders are very active. Not a cloud, not one, in the sky. Not a breath of breeze as of yet. All are waiting to decide what this Monday should bring. Hummingbirds are so beautiful and so amazing. Their colors are vibrant. As they dive-bomb everything in site, it is hard to tell to what that flash of red, orange, blue, belongs.
Today we are working on the chinking. I am getting much better at pulling the old stuff out. My arms are loosing that bit of old lady swing that happens right below my shoulders. Maybe this hard labor thing is going to be OK. What project can I take on that would do that tummy tuck thing? I have enjoyed doing this work, it is so interesting how things were done 80 years ago. It is even more interesting that something that old can still be a wonderful resident. I have found old newspapers from December 1932. The adds are so interesting - could be adds from Denny's Men's Wear! Can you believe my dad wore a hat to work most days? He was always so dapper!
One of the wonderful things I have in this old place is a cowboy hat he would wear. Love it!
We had raccoons last night. The reason I know this is Olive protected me from them ALL NIGHT LONG! She is such a watch dog. She has a history with these hungry little ....well we will just call them animals. Rocky and his clan - 5 strong - would come every night this winter. They would sit in the bird food can, they would sit in the deer feed, they would look at us and give us that wonderful one finger salute. Olive does not like that salute and has taken it upon herself to tell them any time she gets a whiff of them. She will sit with her nose in the air - sniffing like a woman at a perfume counter...you know the one...who spritzes the ambrosia into the air and lifts her pert little nose to get a good idea of the mixture of floral, citrus, honey...I don't think Raccoon scent smells quite the same... This morning she is still upset. Currently she is delegated to the couch(I am really working on keeping them off of the couch!) to let her throat rest. I am sure by the evening she will need all her vocal cords to keep me posted on any raccoon smellings!
There is a bit of fall in the air. In Borger, I would always feel the day the season changed to fall. I think it is the way the sun beams hit the earth. It is like they are shinning at an angle. Nothing else has changed, it is still as warm as the day before, but it is a feeling as much as anything. All my buddies are upset with this. Winters are long and hard. It is such a fantasy land here. There are bikes to ride, mountains to explore, fish to catch, wildlife to photograph. It is as much an adult playground as it is a children's park! Both towns are full, sidewalks have so many footprints! Parents that don't have time to play with their children are now riding bikes through town with little Johnny or Jennie in tow.
When I was in Austin I really missed the changing of the seasons. It is sort of like the changing of the guard, the old season is worn out when the new one comes in to give it relief. Here the seasons are just so definite. I can't wait for the leaves to change. It is a burst of fire!
Shame on me! I don't want to wish or wait away a second! We loose so much time either looking back or looking forward and loose the now. I am working on that also!
Time to get me moving. I am headed to the W for a good country breakfast. Good day!
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