Archive for October, 2010
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Happy Halloween!
October 29th, 2010 | Author: carriesuepepper
It’s Halloween and my pumpkin sits on the little table by our front door. He is the most perfect carving pumpkin but, for now, he is just a pumpkin. Whether or not he will be a Jack-O-Lantern has not been decided. It’s a long story.
After the Storm
October 27th, 2010 | Author: carriesuepepper
Our first winter storm came in a few days ago. It arrived Saturday with heavy, warm winds, blowing for hours on end with just a few drops of rain. I perched on an old red wicker stool on our patio, just under the eves, absorbing the power of it all as the redwoods and oak, plum and cedar all waved their arms madly about hailing in the rain to come. Wind chimes sung and notes rang out across the yard, birds grew silent and then it came, heavy, soaking rain that would come down for hours on end. Inside for most of it, I didn’t realize how much it had rained until we ventured out for a walk. The skies had cleared a bit and it looked safe, so we headed toward the park. The first thing I saw was a teenager without his shirt on – I thought, what’s he doing out here shirtless? Then, I saw the bunch of them – several boys in their swim trunks skim-boarding across a lake created by the downpour! Here in the park where there was just grass a few hours ago, now there was a shallow lake where they could play. How fun! I wanted to strip down and go running out into the water – my little girl inside wanted to play, but the adult said to keep buttoned up, don’t get dirty, don’t get wet. The tug was strong.
For Sale: 2.7 Acres
October 16th, 2010 | Author: carriesuepepper
I’d pulled in for gas on the long drive home and across the street I saw the sign on the hill. FOR SALE: RESTAURANTS/RETAIL, 2.7 ACRES. The hill was low and rounded with tall wheat-colored grass growing all the way to the top. It was the only acreage in sight that was just plain land – no buildings, no roads, just a smooth hill covered with grass. Weary from my drive I just stared at the hill and the sign and thought, why can’t it just remain a hill? Do we really need more retail outlets? More restaurants? It seemed like an oasis in the middle of noise and chaos and concrete and it made me sad. Then I saw him out of the corner of my eye – the grayish black tomcat, making his way up a path through the grass. He walked with a walk that said he’d been up that path many times, one that said this was his hill.
Fun at Dave’s Pumpkin Patch
October 4th, 2010 | Author: carriesuepepper
Have you ever seen a pig eat a pumpkin? I have! We made our way out to Dave’s Pumpkin Patch this past Sunday for a little good old country fun.
