Apple Picking is OVER!!!!

It's sad, really, how I just re-opened this as an after-thought today. I have been writing-- been producing temendous amounts of writing all things considered-- but just...

Not posting anything here. There will probably only be one or perhaps two of you who will care enough to stop in anymore, and for that, I thank you. You've clearly made it into the annals of my heart for your perseverance alone, not to mention your utter and complete faith in the face of my inexorable procrastination.

I've decided to post thoughts, animal sightings, and tidbits from my 'other' writing here, just to fill in some blank pages, to not leave this standing here waiting for a date that never shows.

So for the lack of posting, to you my one (or two) most noble of friends, I thank you and apologize and grovel before your loyalty to me. May it ever be repaid in random kindness around you, and in my loyalty to you as well.

Pht.

Thought: DAY-um, it's been a long time since I posted on my blog. Perhaps I should go remedy that???

Animal: a falcon flew over my and my neighbor's head this morning not fifteen feet above us. Beautiful bird, fast as a jet. Clearly hunting one of the neighbor's many stray cats. Heh.

Tidbit: Gentle at first was the breeze blowing through the tree tops as the mid-morning sun rose well above the horizon. In spite of the timeless star’s burning glow, however, it brought little heat, and so the mist continued to roll in like a sly grey beast sneaking up from the valley, stalking its way through the underbrush and hulking close to the ground. It retained the chill of early morning to its last whispery breath, exhaled through frost-laden teeth. Tendrils of cool air born of the Fallomik River wove their way between the large chestnut, oak, and maple trees, crisping the leaves and slowing the sap within each ancient trunk. A group of crows complained noisily of stiff joints as small rodents lost in the leaf litter were chilled down to their whiskers. Tiny insects burrowed tightly into their hidden niches, not yet willing to venture out to forage. Even the fairies huddled closer together within their beds of milkweed down and feathers, afraid that the stretch of wings might break them off in the face of such cold.