#540041 added October 6, 2007 at 11:52pm Restrictions: None
Harvest Musings
Air, land abound with the sound of life. Tomato pots moved cause merry brown crickets to hop and spooky spiders to creep. True frogs jump about the yard. A gray cat ghosts from the forest for supper. Coyotes stroll through the yard; a baby skunk waddled through the rock garden; some beastie chews the trash, who and when we may never know. A fat fluffy fox dined on my leftovers. I've heard raccoons squalling across the street. During the winter, large hawks enjoy riding the thermal from the clearing. I've seen picture perfect bunnies and sleek little snakes. Mourning doves, cardinals, noisy jays and distant crows... Today, I felt that there is a very old path that runs through the forest behind.
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