First sign of Autumn

The past two mornings I haven't been able to enjoy me tea on the patio. Petite la Rouge had been busy in the Walnut tree canopy sending a barrage of ripe walnuts down. Unless I donned a hard hat and shoulders pads I wasn't about to suffer the smacks, and they do hurt.

Yesterday I collected and piled nearly two dozen onto an old park bench at the rear of the garden.  Out of harms way but mostly my own. Tis not a pleasant way to begin the day tripping and spraining an ankle or two.

Earning afternoon I could hear nattering and munching coming from that direction so took a walk around. There he was having a jolly old feast. The pile was nearly gone when I spied him sampling and scurrying off to lay in provisions for the winter that may be here sooner then we like.

Makes one wonder, which one of us is more intelligent. Me for picking and stacking in one easy to get to location, or him knowing I will provide an all you can eat buffet in one convenient place. In other words who has whom trained, hhhmmmmm.  

Shadows

Shadows appear early

this waning summers night

enticed by the chorus of crickets

to dance in the warm breeze.

How they change

in this subtle light, fading

til they become one with the night,

lost until tomorrows morning light.

    

Sometimes I just wonder...

Not to long ago Squeak was in awe of the Frog King.  These days not so much.   I've given up trying to understand how they think, they just be.  

Haiku for a late summers eve

subtle songs of warmth

surround the scribe as she sits

chorus of crickets

wild cucumber vines

cascade over neighbours hedge

pods ripe for ambush

worm slowly appears

out of a crevice near The Pond

Pips dinner arrives

heart beat slows to pause

while Bachs cello serenades

peace in my garden

rippled hosta leaves

create shadows in sunbeams

sculpture of nature

sultry summers eve

sleep arrives easily in tune

with crickets and frogs

Pip and Squeak

Heavy rains from last week washed a couple of new friends into The Pond. Just what Froggo needed, companionship of a more 4 legged kind.

This is Pip. He's the cutttttttttttttttttest wee frog I've ever seen. Light brown in colour he's pictured here next to a 'skidder to show his teeny weeney itsey bitsey size. He is small enough to sit on a quarter. 

Next up is Squeak. Why the name? Because he squeaks of course! The only one to produce any kind of sound. Mostly he squeaks jumping into and out of the water, but I'll take it. He seems to be staring at King Frog wondering if he'll ever grow as big. Who knows what goes on in their brains.