I can hardly believe it’s been nearly seven weeks since my last post, when we’d first gone in search of fall leaves. As the weeks since then have passed, we’d been waiting for our own “local” leaves to start turning, but that’s only happened recently. We’ve had a delightful fall, with most days in the 70s, nights cool but not cold, although we did have our first snow a couple of weeks ago!
That was gone within the day, though, and Halloween was 70 degrees and perfect for kids in their costumes. We still open our bedroom slider every night, although we did break down and put the “winter comforter” on the other day. (We have yet to actually *use* it, though, largely shoving it to the middle of the bed where GrisGris just considers it extra padding to sleep on!)
We found our local leaves weren’t quite as spectacular as those we’d seen on our leaf-peeping trip up the mountain, but pretty nonetheless. Just a little “quieter” overall.
Although, these trees at the entrance to Mom’s day care center were showing off their stuff in recent days! And the poplars in our back yard are pretty, too, starting to turn bright yellow from the top down, as though yellow paint had been applied from the top and took a while to work its way down the entire tall tree.
And the tree across the street gave us a pretty view out our living room slider, along with some recent sunsets that were pretty show-stopping.
But, of course, fall isn’t entirely about the leaves. (Well, mostly, sure….) It also proved to be grape-picking time. Unfortunately, on day one of grape picking we only got about half of them, and when David went out a week or so later, the remaining grapes had vanished. Completely. No sign of them. Odd. Deer? Birds? Neighbors? They are the “grape-est” tasting grapes I’ve ever eaten, but with the seeds in them, kind-of a pain-in-the-you-know-what to eat, so I got out the ol’ juicer and juiced ‘em all up the other day. Now I’ve got a liter of this intense grape juice in the fridge. Now what? Drink it? Make grape jelly? Dye something purple? You got any ideas?
I mentioned Halloween earlier, but how could any
discussion of Halloween be complete without showing the little cowgirl? (The cowgirl shares part of most days with her cowdogs, too, who all had their own costumes as well, but sadly my photos of them are less than ideal. But just picture a couple of boy dogs in cowboy vests and hats, and their lady-friend Roxie in a tutu, and you’ve got the picture. They seem bizarrely content to be dressed up, and Halloween does come but once a year….) We knew those red cowboy boots she acquired for a pony party back in the summer would come in handy! We enjoyed having trick-or-treaters again — or, actually, practically for the first time since in Maine we always lived so “rural” that trick-or-treaters were few and far between. Even now, we’re at the “top of the hill” and as one of our neighbors described, the kids from below us don’t want to climb the hill! But we still had a number of them, all decked out, polite as could be, and we only indulged in the leftover candy for one week before taking the rest of it to Mom’s day care center for them to enjoy!
I’ve had this post “in mind” for several days now, but life’s been busy so it took a while to go from mind to computer. Perhaps, as a result, I should’ve called it “Fall Has Fallen” since we woke up today to falling snow, and it snowed all day. Just a light snow, probably not more than 4 inches total, and it’ll probably be gone again within a day or two, so it’s not really like winter has arrived. But it did seem appropriate as punctuation to our imploding pumpkin that the layer of snow was enough weight to transform our slightly-floppy and leaning pumpkin to a pumpkin pancake only about 3 inches high! The seasons do change, and we’re enjoying the process.