Sisters: Monday Musings

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Dory was rescued six months ago from the night streets of our small town, just a wee handful of curiosity.  Cappy, the eldest dog, quickly asserted his “do not touch me” rule. Luci, on the other hand, delightedly modified doggy games to meet her new toy’s size and age, and willingly accepted the kitten snuggles.  I often find the two curled up, sharing space, snoozing.  Sisters.

 

Hallowe’en, When Fall Meets Winter

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Frost on Dock

Frost on the Dock

Hallowe'en Hills

Hallowe’en Hills

Hallowe'en Sunrise

Sun’s Up on Hallowe’en

Frosted

First Frost 15

The trail crunched under my boots. The maples, in particular, are shedding their amber, garnet, and topaz leaves. Occasionally the sun slid out to highlight the night’s gift–the first crystals of fall. Frosted, marsh grasses and shrubs glistened, a beautiful reminder of winter’s approach.

Frosted Grass

First Marsh Frost.1

Kitten Pause

My rescued feline rests comfortably upon my computer chair, paws still until her next foray  on a dog's tail.

My rescued feline rests comfortably upon my computer chair, paws still until her next foray on a dog’s tail.

River Rising

Down by the Susquehanna

The river has been low; for weeks rocky sandbars were welcoming hiking trails WITHIN the Susquehanna’s banks. Steady rains in the last two days have run off the highlands and mountains, and slowly the river bottom is being covered. Autumn grasses give cover to Mourning Doves seeking protection from the Cooper’s Hawk squint. And the mid-river marshlands hold fish and insects for migrating waterfowl and Great Blue Heron and the resident Bald Eagle pair, circling just beyond those trees, tiny specks to the unaided eye. The river is rising, again.

By the Dike