I slept past sunrise this morning so I didn't get pictures of pretty colors in the clouds but I thought the risen sun in the clouds was picture-worthy, don't you? There was a cardinal visiting the platform feeder and a chipmunk with bulging cheek pouches perched on top of my patio chair nibbling on a seed. The sedum is blooming and looks gorgeous against the ferns in the background. There are freeze warnings out for last night and the next couple nights but so far the ferns are okay. They're my barometer. I've already brought in the bay leaf plant so that's safe for another winter. (if I remember to water it, that is)
October 16--Richard Pasley, Straight Road. The centerline dashes slid under the car as Joanna drove east. The road was straight and flat. After a while she felt like the road was moving and her car was standing still. No radio station signal reached out into this desolate landscape so the only sound was the sticky sound of tires on hot asphalt. If the CD player in her old Camry worked she'd have gotten some Goodwill CDs to play. Instead she spent the miles singing every song she could remember as loud as she could to keep the lonesome road demons at bay.
Don't ask me, I don't know where she's going or why. Time to shower and then run off to play with words. Maybe I can shove a few into submission today. Or at least go back and tweak the place that cropped up last Friday. Hasta la vista, babies.