Okay. I surrender.
Summer was long and lots of fun. A real, robust Rodentfest. Chipmunken über alles.
I must move on...
Mother Nature is dropping hints everywhere.
The colors are turning to rusty browns, and certain gourmet meals with wings are brazenly parading around in driveways tormenting me!
Interlude: Here's Wendy this evening. Surveying her new domain like she owns it. But I won't eat her. This requires more self-control than you can imagine.
Bozo the Wonder Dog spends his days barking and scratching to go out. He loves propelling himself around the back yard at warp speed yapping at flying geese. When there's no one around to let him out, he simply impales himself against the door until the latch falls off and he's safely on the other side of it.
Dad adjourns to his favorite pools on the Farmington River to commune with the trout, the eagles, and the resident attack-beaver.
The college campus is developing a warm variety of colors.
And I'm ready to stop updating this blog and go chase squirrels in the back yard!
Tomorrow's forecast: Sunny and seasonable!