A pleasantly cool Sunday morning… with a Sunday morning quietude going on. Even the chickens around the corner are not their normally chatty selves. Maybe they feel the poultry dinner doldrums as we close in on Turkey Day.
Somewhere way off a train whistle blows. Soon the quietness will be filled with the steel on steel rumble as it blows through town. For now though, it’s just the plaintive whistle.
The sun is peaking out from behind the morning overcast. Bright on a dull morning. But, still subdued from it’s normal glaring eye.
A male cardinal sings from an oak tree by the shed. Most of the time in this season they don’t. A woodpecker is slowly thumping on a tree in what’s left of the woods.
And the train has passed on it’s way to the coast…
Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and Pray for our Nation and the world.
I was all set to head off to somewhere, but I threw a load of laundry in the dryer, and it wasn’t long before I was smelling a combination of burnt rubber and burnt toast. The front of the dryer was hot to the touch, so there’s clearly something going on. It is cooling down, so I guess I’ll give it a little longer and then redecide my day. It’s cleared out and the skies are blue, but the days are getting so short I might stick closer to home, like Armand Bayou. We’ll see. It might be enough to sit around and watch the squirrels. They’re going absolutely crazy — I guess they sense the time for getting a snug little nest built and the pantry filled is getting short.
I hope the dryer isn’t a problem. You are right about the shortening of the days… Completely dark before 6:00 pm. I used to love Armand Bayou back when we lived just off Red Bluff and Fairmont in Pasadena. We took our kids there regularly when they were young. I see the prognosticators are calling for low 40’s in a week or so… can’t wait.