I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Autumn Rumbles Into Town

Well, the rain held off long enough today that we could get the Halloween decorations out. So there's one thing mostly done. Tomorrow I need to build a few things to put the rest out.

We also went to the Huntsburg Pumpkin Festival to have cabbage rolls. There's a food booth that makes some good ones. The local vendors were out, but not necessarily in force. Many of the vendors this year had the feel of "the economy is bad, here's a 'work at home' plan for you."

It's a nice little festival, full of local organizations. We did the usual stuff. Including purchasing a nice pumpkin (which, btw, just like peanuts are in short supply this year). It's now out there in with the cemetery and Grim Reaper inflatable, below the flying ghosts and glowing skulls.

The world grows colder as the veil grows thin. Leaves that miss the Earth fall to her loving embrace. Clouds skittle across the sky dreaming of white flakes.

A few weeks ago the buzzards left Hinkley. Seeing twenty or so turkey vultures in a single gyre is a thing to behold. One or two hawks will over winter, like the geese. Toads and snakes have gone to ground. The hemisphere beds down for its bear sleep.

3 comments:

fabutronic sheila said...

Hooray for Halloween decorations!

Not all the buzzards in Hinckley got the memo -- I saw a couple when I was out that way this weekend.

I've been horsey sitting out that way this weekend, taking care of an older gray gelding while his mama is away at a writer's workshop this weekend.

I hope you'll find some time to write this week!

fabutronic sheila said...

Had to post another comment just to share the word verification:

essesses

How fun is that?

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Sheila, there's a few buzzards still hanging around, but most have left on the last train for the coast.

And the word verification is cool. Sounds a little like parseltongue.