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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

   Steady thy laden head across a brook;

   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?

   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

   And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

   Among the river sallows, borne aloft

      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

~John Keats  

As hard as it may be to believe, here we are sitting on the first day of Autumn, with Summer having been spent. I don't know how that happens. How the months seem to pass by  and seasons change seemingly overnight. It happens every year.  Oh, I think we actually notice the changes coming but we tend to ignore them until the calendar tells us we can't officially ignore them any longer.   

My back garden is full of leaves, scarlet leaves that have been falling off the maple tree for at least three weeks now, and the geranium pots hanging from the front need to be taken down, even though they are still blooming . . . they are looking rather spent. And pumpkins are sprouting on tops of porches all over the place and little scarecrows are gracing gardens. I need to mow down everything in my little front garden space, but I am not a gardener and I have no tools.  I am at a loss as to what to do. I need help, but where to get it. 

 

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The nights are really drawing in now.  Its getting dark earlier and earlier.  I hate the darker nights, but I like candle light and dark nights make candle light so much prettier.  The nights are a lot more comfortable as well, so I am not complaining. I just hate having to draw the curtains and turn on the lamps.  I do still open the window in the living room each morning, letting in a breath of fresh air, and it is becoming fresher.

My mornings are now embroidered with the sounds of little feet running energetically back and forth across the living room/dining room floors. They play and they play and they play . . . 

Nutmeg 

They are growing so fast and I long to keep them small.  They are loaded with fleas.  I don't know what to do.  Their first Vet appointment is not until the 29th. That is the earliest that I can get them in.  I have been waiting weeks.  They must be driving them crazy.  I am grateful I don't have carpeting but I still suspect I will need to spray down everything. I am half tempted to go and get something myself, but I have never had a tiny kitten before.  Other than that they seem fine. I would bathe them, but I can't hold them and bathe them all by myself.  My arms and legs are full of scratches as it is.

 

Cinnamon and Nutmeg

I don't know why I have had to wait so long.  But there is only one Vet in the area and I expect they are super busy at this time of year. They will be three months old on the 8th of October. 

I am itchy just thinking about it. I am not sure I can wait another whole week. What to do, what to do  . . . 

 

I managed to get a little painting done yesterday.  Dad stopped by on his way to my sisters. I ended up giving it to him because he liked it, and then he tells me he is going to stick it in a birthday card for his cousin. That really disappointed me.  I wouldn't have given it to him had I known he was going to give it away.  I know that when you give something to someone, it is theirs to do what they want with, but I had hoped he would keep it. I know that sounds selfish, but its how I feel about it.

Guess I will have to do another one.

It was fun doing it however. Its only tiny. I need to do more.  I need to get back to doing my little girls. I need a desk in my spare room that I can do it at. A place to set things up so that they can stay set up. I don't like having to use my dining room table all the time.  

Every day I have been wondering why there is these white speckles of something all over the dining room table when I get up.  Could it be salt.  I have figured it out. Its kitty litter. As soon as I go to bed, they get on the table.  In the daytime I only have to show them the squirt bottle and they think twice, but at night . . .  out of sight, out of mind. 

 

I was talking to my sister on the phone yesterday as I was sitting on the sofa and looked over to see this.  Of course my squirt bottle was not close at hand so I had to go over and take her off, and this was below  . . . 

Its like he was being a tattle tale and saying, look what she's doing mom!  Not me, I'm being good just sitting here by the table leg. 

My life will never be dull again. My front window is full of nose smudges so I need to get at it today and clean it as well. Life is very full at the moment.

My son Doug has his date for his operation. He is going to be in the hospital in Saint John from Sept. 29th to Oct. 1st.  They are fitting him with a defibrillator. I am nervous about it, but probably not as nervous as he is. He turns 40 in November.  Please keep him in your prayers. I want him to live long enough to see his boys all grown up and to grow old and see his grandchildren. I pray for that every night and every time I do I cry.  

One of my other grandsons, Luke, 11 years old, was sick the other night with vomiting and a headache.  They were going to take him to be tested yesterday morning for Covid. It is running rampant in NB at the moment. I have not heard anything back, so assuming so long as I don't no news is good news. But the thought of that makes me cry too.

And Eileen and Tim are going to some sort of People's First Convention up country this weekend. I told her I want them to both stay safe and be very careful and she gets mad at me because she thinks I am telling her what to do.  I tell her I am only being a mother who loves her daughter.  I have a bone to pick with that whole organization anyways.  Yes, people with disabilities have rights also. I firmly believe that and they need to be able to exercise their rights, but they also need to be able to take advice and not see it as someone trying to "Lord" it over them, or trying to treat them like a child.  The fact is these people, adults or not, are truly not capable of making wise decisions for themselves in most instances and to brainwash them into thinking that they can is just wrong in my opinion. My daughter will not take any advice on board.  She also thinks that God will keep her safe. Well  . . . God also helps those who help themselves.  'Nuff said.

I have a busy day lined out for me today, so I best get at it.  But its a beautiful Autumn day for this first day of Autumn 2021.  

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *Never will I leave you,

Never will I forsake you.

~Hebrews 13:5  •。★★ 。* 

  

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Honey Mustard Roasted Potatoes. These are flipping delicious!  Quick and easy to make as well! 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!  Be safe and be happy and don't forget! 

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