It was raining today and the wind was all done blowing. The previously crunchy leaves were now wet and limp. They muffled our footsteps and made the still air smell like moss and mushrooms and earth. Our ghostwriter says she still hasn't found the right words to describe that special damp Autumn leaves on the ground smell.
Do you remember those artistic photos of leaves from yesterday? Well today, our ghostwriter couldn’t decide which leaf was the prettiest, so she started raking them all up and putting them into the wheel barrow. That’s the big, black plastic thing that kind of looks like a garbage can with wheels and a handle that’s usually parked by the shed in disuse all summer.
When the wheel barrow was full, she dumped it out next to the compost pile. I guess that’s a good idea. All those leaves will decompose into some nice rich dirt. I like dirt! Wow! There will be mountains of great dirt to dig by next Spring! She thinks those leaves will keep me from getting my feet so muddy. (We'll just see about that!)
So I ran around and found even more pretty leaves to rake up.
And then it started raining hard.
|It's just a little rain.|
We went inside and had dinner and then tried to think of a good punchline for this post. To our surprise, this happened:
My ghostwriter thinks she is the only crazy person on the street who takes pictures of the sky and the ground and bugs and stuff. But across the street, the neighbors were standing out on their front step looking east. Here's what they saw:
A spectacular tangerine sunset and a rainbow at the same time!
So I guess you could call it a good day!