Sunday tales

Such a lovely day on Sunday! The high was 27 ℃, and it was a good day to work outside. 

 Out the Back 40, my little Aspen grove is doing well. The Spongy Moth caterpillars stripped them, but they came back.

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I toodled down to the owl tree, looking for owl pellets. Instead, I found some mute (the white stuff), no owl, no pellets, and some feathers I cannot identify. 

I keep thinking they look like skunk tail fur, but who knows? 

I was so proud of myself.  The water fountain was clean and dry. Might as well cover it up. We'd expected high winds, and rain. The only way to keep it covered is to wrap the Christmas lights around it. 

All done. I plugged it in, hoping it would work. It's on a timer. I couldn't tell in the bright sunlight. At dusk you can set it to stay on for 2, 4, or 6 hours. I set it for 6. In hindsight, what was I thinking?! 

All was well. We watched most of the baseball game Sunday night, Oct. 19. I flaked out, and went to bed to unwind and read. Somebody came along with updates on the game. My bed faces out through the Muskoka Room, the lights were staring me in the face.  My brain was back in gear. I got up to watch the rest of the game. 

Back to bed. Then, I remembered I hadn't taken my pills. Back to the kitchen. 

Back to bed. The lights were still on. I tried to remember what I'd set it for. I remembered: 6 hours. What time is dusk? Um, 7:30. I cannot sleep if it is light out. Downstairs to unplug the durn thing. Nutmeg was desperate to go out and play with mice friends, but I won that battle. 

It took me hours, and 4 podcasts to finally get to sleep. I know many of my readers can empathise. 

Anyway, I'm still working on chores. You can see why! 

I new a big storm was coming, and I mulched the leaves along the driveway. Again!