California Buck Eye
I do not know who this was, or how they got here.
If I get hungry this winter, I know exactly where to go for an acorn.
A well-stocked larder is comforting.
As the sky lowers, my need for a cup of coffee rises exponentially. It is quiet except for the sound of yellow leaves falling, robins discussing the ripening Toyon Berries, and strains of Classical music.
Dogs are asleep.
Emerson the pup ran in mud and jumped in the lake. He really looks like a little pig. I am serious.
I love days like this.