There has been a great deal of activity here in our little neck of the woods. Trucks have been trucking up and down our narrow road, hauling dirt and towing heavy equipment. Early this morning while I sat sipping on a steaming cup of tea that was laced with Wheaton Wildflower Honey, book in hand, I kept looking up to see these trucks hauling dirt back and forth, up and down the cutoff, crushing walnuts from the many walnut trees that line it – I should go out and see what I can reap – as they did their part in helping to lay the foundation for the new house.
While the trucks were rolling, I saw a chipmunk scurrying across the drive and then back again, several times, as if he, too, was excavating for a new home. It was comical against the backdrop of the large pieces of equipment not far away. He seemed so intent on his chores for the day and unaware of the changes around him.
The chipmunks that inhabit our environs are as cute as can be. Both Tom and I have had comic strip experiences where one will be dashing around the drive and come to a screeching halt just before plowing into one of us. The names Chip and Dale come to mind. Chip and Dale’s many descendants live here and play havoc with my potted plants. One likes to sit on the window ledge next to our den where I sit composing this. I see him there when I am out doing my ritualistic walks, He’ll sit, curled in a ball, tail curled over his body, almost undetectable, often not bothered at all by my meandering presence. There have been a time or two, however, when I will plop myself down on the chair by the window inside the den to be lectured with the chip, chip, chipping of Chip, or is it Dale? noticeably piqued by my presence.
It is a beautiful day here, in spite of the construction traffic and noise and because of the beauty surrounding me. One of my favorite golden-like days. The leaves of the hosta are yellow and colorful as they die back. I know I should go out and trim them all back, but I know that once I do the ground will look barren and we will be one more step to winter. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate winter and the different kind of beauty it affords, but, I’m just not ready yet to abandon the little bit of color that will soon disappear. The leaves will go from golden to brown fast enough. I think I’ll wait and just enjoy the drama and scenery unfold – at least for one more day.
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