Tuesday, October 18, 2011
When the tomcat comes home....
After all of this, today, you showed up on our doorstep. You came nuzzling and caressing us. You slinked between our legs and purred. You didn't think for a moment of ignoring our call, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty," but you came running and jumped into our arms again, rubbing and loving on us. What has happened? What's come over you, Fluff?
Is it time now? Is it time for the cold winds to start blowing and the temperatures to begin to plummet? Will the days get dark and chill and bitter? You know it. You want us to feed you and comfort you through these next months. And of course, we will. Fluff, it's good that you're home, but your coming has deeper meaning. You won't make it out there in the wild without us. You need us. You don't want us to forget about you and leave you out there starving in the cold of winter. Alone. You HAD to come home, didn't you? Well, we can't blame you for that. Who would want to go through winter alone, cold, and without a friend? Welcome back. The barn is full of hay and straw. There are mice aplenty in the granaries. I've got a big sack of dog food in the garage, and I know you'll join the chickens when I bring the pail of scraps from the house to feed them. Welcome home, old friend. You're looking good. The Peach and Toodles will be so glad to have you back home. Cupcake will get to know you this winter too.
pumpkins are gathered up, the acorn squash too. The vines are cleared off and the last of the green tomatoes are on their vines in the garage in hopes that some of them will yet ripen. I even pulled up the gladiola corms that I thought I'd discard this fall, but they were too big and beautiful to ignore and throw in the trash heap. Nope. I'm saving them up for next spring. I pulled the last of the fall lettuce and snipped the herbs to bring in and dry for winter suppers. The parsley really took off and there's plenty of rosemary and thyme for roasts and stews.