With Labor Day behind us, we say goodbye to summer. The singing of the autumn chirpers escalates with the earlier sunset hour. Though summer is waning, the hummingbirds still hover and dart around the porch. I refilled their feeder for perhaps the last time.
I have three new kitties.
We lost our Hemingway cat, Malcolm, to old age and wanted another farm cat to hold down the mice population and deter the minks that ate all our chickens, but somehow we ended up with three. Though feral and shy, two out of three have become tame, perhaps by good food and the Grandma Linck in me. She who warmed milk in a saucepan for her cat in winter. Her spirit hovers in the air like the whirr of a hummingbird. Or maybe they sense her in the owl that hoots outside my window before swooping over the field of Queen Anne’s Lace and goldenrod for the woods beyond. I named the first shy kitty Sneaky Pete. The second to show up is Charlie, who hides under the porch, and skedaddles at the slightest disturbance. The third to adopt us is the prettiest. Grace is gray and white with a big fluffy tail and greenish-blue eyes that shine like ingots of stained glass. Isn't she pretty? Now I need to find a free neuter clinic, or at least one with reduced cost.
When the house is asleep but I’m not and can’t, I like to write, sometimes stream-of-consciousness musing but also a new novel still in its infancy but growing in fits and starts like a pimpled adolescent.
Ahh . . . this writing life. It can be a fine one as long as you aren't in it for the money. On that note, give a free listen to my new audiobook narrated by the old college suitemate, Jan Harley with her musical voice, and her friend, David Danger. (Gotta love that name!) He does a fine job with Stefan's voice. Curls my toes.
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