Farewell, Pond!

Buster here.  I suppose it was bound to happen.  Again!  Off we go, North to our little slice of Paradise, then very shortly, things start to disappear.  The dock.  The canoe.  The running water.  By then, I know it's going to be a long winter!

 

There's a certain chill in the air...and the wind is relentless!

 

Our green sugar maples are turning to red and orange.  But Mr. Loon still holds forth, occasionally unleashing his lonely cry.

Are they really going to take MY CANOE away?  Dang!  And I was just learning to paddle!

No one's around.  Except the Loon.  But I think the place is kinda pretty with no humans.

Moments like these make a gray-bearded dog kind of reflective.  I just can't remember what I was reflecting upon. 

The White Pine That Ate Cleveland is shedding its needles all over.

I think I'll take my human manservant for one last walk down the road!

Okay--Battle Stations!  I get the back seat for the trip home!

We pass the old arched bridge over the Ashuelot River.

 The recent rains have created a torrent!

Then, before I know it, I'm home!  I hope spring comes soon!

Your friend,

Buster

"He Took His Vorpel Sword in Hand, Longtime the Manxome Foe He Sought..." -- The Saga of the Leaf Monster, Part 36

And it came to pass that once more the vile and fearsome Leaf Dragon did make his cursed appearance within the realm of Sir Buster!

'Twas a creature of malevolent design and great cunning.

Sir Buster's faithful Squire, Mistress Gracie, had never before seen such evil.

Together, they worked on a strategic plan of attack!

Sir Buster rested a bit to focus his attention fully upon the task at hand, remembering the words of the Bard, "Now rested he by the tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought!"

 

"One, two, one, two, and through and through, his vorpel blade went snickersnack.  He left it dead and with its head, he went galumphing back!"

 

To be continued, next year, same time, same place!

Your faithful Scribe,

Miss Bailey