Monday, December 9, 2019

Dreary, wet December day


The picture says it all.  We got soaked on our (short) first walk; had a relatively nice, longer walk (our usual first walk route) around lunch time; got soaked again just now.  Still waiting for my socks to dry, two coats hanging in the bathroom, dripping.  Found my old Lands End Squall hat, and it is just the thing for this weather.  Even has ear flaps.  Almost matches my Squall jacket (they're a couple of years different in vintage).  Which I realized is over 20 years old.  Still works good.

All out of bird seed, have to make a bird seed run this week when I go out for groceries.  They've been super hungry, it's been kind of colder than usual for this time of year. 

Hope we get to see the full moon on Thursday, but it will probably still be raining, or maybe snowing, depending on the temperature.  Right now we're in the mid-50s, so rain, if that holds. 

There was a whole herd of deer next door the other evening, before the rain.  I guess someone put out pumpkins for them to eat.  Now what's left of the pumpkins is covered in blown leaves - the lawn peeps here use blowers, not rakes.  Very few poeple do their own, and even those use blowers. The pile of leaves behind my fence is up to my waist. 

They blew next door, and put a lot of leaves under my fence and into my back yard, which I had just raked.  I grabbed a guy and yelled at him, so he blew them back out of my yard, but also cleared away the leaves I intentionally left in the bed in the corner of the yard.  For the birds and other critters who need a spot to hide.  So I went out the other evening, also before the rain, and re-imported enough leaves to cover the back corner.  I prefer to leave the beds natural.  I can clean up any excess in the spring.

Did I mention the noise of the blowers gives me a headache?  I like raking.  I'm just sorry I have to use a metal rake now, I wasn't able to find a bamboo one, like I used to have.

At least we may finally be done with the lawn equipment noise for the season.  One can only hope.