6:11 PM We went back to Pretty Bay today to finish closing up the Dollhouse. We only have to put the cover on, now, but we will wait until after Thanksgiving to do that in case there is a nice weekend when we want to utilize Dolly. Another Beautiful Day
This wonderful weather just keeps on going. It is not normal for our neckof the woods, so close to the shallowest Great Lake. Usually there are more clouds and gloom than there has been recently, and the upcoming forecast looks equally sunny.
When we went out to Pretty Bay yesterday, the trees were beautiful; coming home this afternoon, we noticed how bare most of the trees are. At the campground, little bits of gold kept falling on the deck and our heads as we swept and closed all the little openings that tiny critters might use to invade our summertime home. DB cleaned off the roof, again, and I brought in the "slide-out". I forget just how tiny this little house of ours is until the slide-out is snug in its traveling mode.
While DB swept the roof, I sat on the deck, contentedly admiring the yellow light in the trees and enjoying the scurrying sound of the chipmunks as they picked up hemlock cones and beechnuts from the carpet of leaves. I think this campground is at its most beautiful at this time of year. Everything is covered with a thick carpet of golden tan beech leaves and brilliant yellow maple leaves. The deep green of the hemlocks is a perfect foil for the golden light and the intensly blue sky.
I wish I could remember the poem "October's Bright Blue Weather". Even as a ten-year-old, I could relate to the description of autumn in that poem.
The red maple on the other side of my neighbor's house is just visible over their addition. I can see it while I'm sitting here at my computer. The sky is a little pink behind it. What a colorful time of year this is! So many houses are decorated with orange lights for Halloween. I guess I'm an old curmudgeon--I prefer the natural decorations of corn stalks and pumpkins to these garish lights. In this time of obscenely high gas prices, I wonder why we have gone back to using every bit of energy we possibly can. I remember the Christmas of 1972 or 73 when we were urged to save oil by cutting down on, or even out, Christmas lights. There was a hue and cry in Bethlehem, Pa., where residents felt that their name gave them the right to keep lit up. After all, it was a tourist attraction, all those lights.
I wonder what that babe in the manger, where there was only the light from the stars and possibly a tiny lamp, thought of all that?
Those thoughts are too heavy for such a glorious day, full of such wonderful natural light. In my soul I'm a painter, or composer, or poet. Reality is that all I can say is Thank You God for y our beautiful world.
Life is good.

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