Fall Chores

I'll get back to our fabulous family visit shortly. (I have to savour it!) Meantime, I've been busy. Joe was out doing errands. At least, I would have getting to indoor chores, if two white women didn't come to my door to interrupt me. My dear friend used to tell the Jehovah's Witnesses 'Hari Krishna.'  Later, I thought, after the taller woman introduced herself and her sister, I should have asked her for her home address so I could go bother her in the middle of Thanksgiving prep. 

They try suck you in to their religion on your door step, assuming we are godless infidels. How arrogant to think they can drive the 100 m up our driveway and waltz up the sidewalk to interrupt me. I'd just done a workout, I was sweaty and not fit for company. It's so hard to get rid of them, as well. More harm has been done in the name of religion. Just look at Gaza, where the peace deal is showing cracks. Everyone needs to live in peace.

🍁Fall Chores – I've lots still to do. 

We had some rain, 28 mm (1"). It was Monday, and I knew rain was on the way, but I had to get the garbage out. I hustled, but not fast enough. I fetched a piece of plastic from the ditch. Suddenly, the heavens opened. I was soaked! I laughed so hard...

 

Finally, rain. I took a video to remind me to fix it, as well as which eaves troughs need help. 

 

Up the ladder to clean it out. It's not much, but enough to block it. 

It was quite pretty, with the trees and leaves.

Today our local animal rehab peeps are going to release some raccoons in our forest. More on that after the fact! It's a bit of excitement in our day.

Spring on Crumbly Acres

 I really like our seasonal changes. They are a little more extreme than they used to be, but I like 4 seasons. We had 25mm rain Sunday, and then a skiff of snow in the wee hours, just to add to the whole deal. My hard work paid off with the eavestrough. It doesn't take much to block the down spouts.

The leaves fill it up in the fall. Now, the oak leaves are falling and cluttering things up. The back deck last week:

The front is cleaned and draining well.

Our visitors change over the seasons. We don't get many humans. March 7th brought out Jehovah's Witnesses. These visits do bother me. Bible thumpers aren't welcome here. My spirituality is none of your business. 

I remember, sitting pregnant in my foyer in Ottawa (1985), amongst several boxes of Sunday School curriculum. I was the Sunday School superintendent at the time. They came to our door more frequently in the city. I spent time arguing with this woman about how my program was not delivering the Bible education she thought I should be delivering. Since then I've been pretty short with them at the door. Joe is always a gentleman. I yelled across the foyer, through Joe, and told her we weren't interested. I loathe arguing with them. Who do they thinks they are? I don't need a right fight with strangers on my doorstep.

   

 I haven't seen as much of Labbit, although she ran across the yard in between rain storms. That's what I wrote preparing this post. I've held on to these since I knew she'd be gone soon.  Then, I saw her briefly out in the back yard. The snow has since gone.

   

 Look who showed up out front!