when not feeding on suet, pileated woodpeckers do this
Photo by J. Harrington
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The Jack-O-Lanterns and pumpkins will get hauled up under the pear tree sometime this week. That may help limit visits to the bushes near the house by whitetails looking for snacks. They already help themselves to the pear tree foliage and fruits. (In about 6 months the pear tree will be back in bloom.)
whitetail deer use cover of night to sneak up to the porch and snack
Photo by J. Harrington
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The weather forecast for later this week mentions sunshine, whatever that is, and warmer temperatures. We have a vague recollection of what those were. This year the cold and snow hit us before we managed to blow the leaves and branches off the roof and out of the gutters. It'll be interesting to see if we get enough of a November thaw to finish that chore before the serious Winter weather arrives.
We've been invited to Thanksgiving dinner at the new (to them) home of the Daughter Person and Son-In-Law. They're almost all moved in. That'll be a very, very different experience. It certainly won't be "Over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go," although we will be crossing a river and traveling briefly through some woods.
Today we're grateful for the oatmeal-raisin-white chocolate chip cookies the Daughter Person baked for us. They're delicious and just what we need to sweeten our pre-Thanksgiving mood. We're also full of gratitude for having shared all the years the Better Half and we have had, raising the next generation. We can think of no one with whom we'd rather become an empty nester twice over.
Thanksgiving for Two
The adults we call our children will not be arrivingwith their children in tow for Thanksgiving.We must make our feast ourselves,slice our half-ham, indulge, fill our plates,potatoes and green beanscarried to our table near the window.We are the feast, plenty of years,arguments. I’m thinking the whole bundle of itrolls out like a white tablecloth. We wantedto be good company for one another.Little did we know that first picnichow this would go. Your hair was thick,mine long and easy; we climbed a bluffto look over a storybook plain. We choseour spot as high as we could, to seethe river and the checkerboard fields.What we didn’t see was this day, inour pajamas if we want to,wrinkled hands strong, winein juice glasses, toastingwhatever’s next,the decades of side-by-side,our great good luck.
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