Autumn. Leaves are falling like rain on the emerald green lawn. There are enough windfall apples under the tree to keep the forest of critters happy over the winter. I managed to get a huge bowlful of blue and white grapes from our vines – enough to make eight or nine jars of jelly. Only three birds dive-bombed me in a rage because I was taking the best specimens. Enough withered nubbins are left – they’ll have to make do. Dug in over 100 tulip and daffodil bulbs this morning, scuffing up the group in hopes that those predatory broad-tailed rats (aka squirrels) get confused and leave them alone until they can bloom next spring. Mind you, these are the same yard vermin burying…

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