Friday, November 04, 2011

Twirling Leaves, Cold Fronts, and Day Light Savings

What do all of these three have in common? Why this weekend, that is what. Times are changing. People might swear the seasons don't change in Florida, but that is just not so. Seasons change but very slowly... and fall has been long overdue here. I have noticed the big Sycamore tree across the street with its big wide yellow green leaves turning first to yellow and then to a crisp cracking brown. Unfortunately they do not turn a bright orange or a happy yellow. Nevertheless that is still a sign of fall. While walking Ginger I have made a surprising discovery, not on a tree but on the ground. There is a tall tree still completely green except for one or two turning leaves that as soon as they start turning are falling to the ground. To my surprise these leaves are combinations of reds and yellows, or green with streaks of gold, or reds with orange and green. Each leaf seems to be a microcosm of a forest. So as I go on my morning circuit, I'm finding fall and taking it home.

Incidentally, the wind has picked up with a little nip and cooler weather is being blown down by that old North Wind promising a cooler weekend and some swirling leaves. In addition, we will finally get that one extra hour of sleep when Day Light Savings is over this year on November 5th. I am really looking forward to all that, aren't you?

Training Miss Ginger

My a destroying machine. Fortunately for me she does not like shoes, but anything made out of paper is fair game, especially just before nap time. I put her to sleep in the evening around seven thirty to eight. Today it had to be eight. I had just collected some newspapers that were still in their plastic wrapper since I had gone out of town this past weekend. Feeling it was safe to go on the web for a few minutes when I noticed that Ginger had gotten into mischief. When I looked, she had gotten ahold of a perfume sample that had fallen out of one of the newspapers and had torn it to shreds. She had already chewed on a strand of St. Augustine grass she had picked up when I walked her, chewed on some big ole cardboard tube from Joanne Fabrics, then chewed on some of my clothes for a few minutes, chewed on her dinner, chewed on a cloth napkin, chewed the corner of the rug, chewed, and chewed and chewed. You get the picture, a chewing machine. So when she chewed on the perfume sample, that was the last straw. It was time for a nap. That is when I put her in her crate and she simply calms down and takes a nap! So this is the moment I am enjoying right now; that quiet time. So hurray for naps for chewy dogs.