It is a wonderful day here in the suburbs of Dallas, where blandness isn’t just a destination, it’s a way of life.
The sun is shining and it is a very comfortable 60 degrees or so (16 C).
Some of the trees are changing colors. Some have lost all their leaves. Others are still completely green.
I have roses blooming on a mostly-ignored (and thus very hardy) rose bush near the corner of my house.
Apparently, it thrives on neglect.
However, the canna lilies were snuffed out by a very mild frost we had earlier in the week. Though they normally stand about 6 feet tall (in their stocking feet), they now measure about 9 inches head-to-toe and look like they were rolled upon repeatedly by a playful elephant trying to scratch his back upon the ground.
I don’t understand canna lilies’ weakness to frost. I have to keep them beat back with shovels and weed-eaters (the horticultural equivalent of a whip and a chair) in the driest, most hellish months of summer, but let the temperature dip slightly below freezing, and they throw up their hands (fronds) and say, “Death lies on her, like an untimely frost; Upon the sweetest flower of all the field!” and then expire in a most un-picturesque fashion, like the compost bin behind a “Kale Kreations” restaurant.
The leaves from my neighbor’s fig tree lay thick on my side of the fence like giant brown potato chips. They crunch when I walk on them, but they are thick, like kettle fried potato chips. They’d probably leave scars upon my feet if I weren’t wearing fig leaf resistant shoes.
I know should pick the fig leaves up and bear them away, but I am a little leery of doing so. Adam and Eve tried that, and look what happened to them!
Some birds have rediscovered that I have bird feeders in my back yard. The feeders have been there for the better part of a year, but about five or six months ago all the birds in the world decided to shun my back yard. I don’t know why. Bad Airnnb reviews, perhaps?
I suspect the crows.
But then again, I always suspect crows. They are very suspicious creatures.
Now, however, the birds have returned, as if my back yard is Capistrano.
However, rather than swallows, they mostly consist of tiny little sharp-dressed fellows in gray and black and white. I think they may be Carolina chickadees.
I have never had a reason to say “chickadee” before without getting a visit from the HR department, so this is kind of cool.
But, whatever they are, they are most welcome. I even went outside to put out fresh seed for them.
They are brave little chaps. One of them clung to the feeder and chirped very aggressively at me, as if he were saying, “I will fight you!”
But then he realized I was re-filling the feeder, and so flitted to a nearby fence post to swear at me and to wait impatiently for me to perform my duties so that I could retire discretely to the servant’s quarters downstairs.
I have nearly finished off my 20 oz (half a kilogram) bag of Brach’s candy-corn that I bought about a week before Halloween. I allow myself a small serving (6 or 8 pieces) every other day or so. There’s no particular reason I do this, other than the bag is sitting right beside my chair, and so is a lot closer to me than the 75% cacao chocolate bars that I prefer, which are downstairs in the fridge. I am prevented from retrieving them by my own laziness, which shall be my undoing someday.
Plus I hate to waste the dollar or so that I spent on the bag of candy corn.
On the plus side, I’m sure I have achieved my annual intake of wax, candy shellac, and sugars.
I was surprised to note in the ingredients that these things contain actual honey. I suspect that there is only one actual molecule of honey contained in each bag, thus allowing them to state, with a straight face, that their candy-corn contains honey. It probably also contains just as much gold, frankincense, and myrrh as it does honey. They should list those in the ingredients, too.
And now fun-time is over and it is time to get back to the Saturday chores.
For my house is saying:
“Dust lies on her, like an untidy froth; Upon the suede-ish sofa and all the knick-knacks!”