Dry dropping tree leaves and roasted nuts

Summer Lilac, Orange-eye Butterfly Bush 'Lochinch' (Buddleja fallowiana)
Originally uploaded by merelyhere.

Trying in some defeatist way to moisten this very dry earth. Crunching along the lawn to move the sprinkler again, I was thinking how the nuts that have fallen already, must be nicely roasted and great to snack on. The squirrels are trying in vain to dig holes to put their tasty stash in.

This morning I am wating for the doe and three fawns that have been regulars in the back yard with hopes of taking a good photo without window screen interuptions. The last time we had this many dear in our yard was the year we moved in. I believe that would be eleven years this November. The year of the nuts, the doe with four fawns and an eight point buck going down Glendale. I think the construction on 933 was a big help in keeping or providing passage for the herd to the east side.

Last night was a beautiful night for a bike ride. One that we took with the intentions of Dairy Queen being our end goal. Next was movies in the treehouse to finish off our weekly girls night. The acorns hitting that metal roof scared the crap out of me!!!

This morning is the farmers market with Laureen and Cheryl. A weekly we've established this year with or without purchases. A bagel is always in the picture along with great conversations. apparently my lack of having an answering machine had forced THEM to e-mail me the time of pick up this morning and accused me of thinking them as Riff-Raff. mmmmmmm?

Chick weekend is coming up fast now. WAHOO! It amazes me how different every year is. Who is coming and who can't make it. The selfish need to have all of us together for just a few days, completely, hour after hour, no interuptions (kids, husbands, home & life).
Beautiful women having babies, husbands with bad backs, older kids off to college soon , sport activities that consume just about every weekend in the fall, loved ones passing away, new homes to move in to, all testing our ability to move with the change of life. Being flexable with patiences and love. We do have a lifetime.

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The winds of grace are always blowing, but it is you that must raise your sails.
~ Rabindarath Tagore