"Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed in them." - Henry D. Thoreau
October 22, 2000
Weather: 6C - Clear Sky - Light Wind
As I leave my house, I see one of the squirrels that are always in our yard. It must be almost winter, because he's getting very fat and is too preoccupied with storing food to argue with the other squirrels.
Since last week, the leaves have bgun falling in earnest. Many trees look almost bare and the ground is covered in orange and brown. It won't be long before all the leaves are down and it's snow that's falling.
However, there are still ducks to be seen past the point, which means winter will hold off for at least a little while yet. Since the ducks stay just ahead of the snow, it must be coming, but there's still some time before it gets here.
There aren't as many people on the lakeshore as there have been on past weekends. There don't seem to be as many gulls either. At the drainage ditch, I look for the rat I saw last week, but I don't see him. I also don't go searching for him, if he doesn't want to be seen, I'll leave him alone.
At the Community Centre, there are some kids playing hide-and-seek behind the trees. I watch them play for a while, until it starts to get darker (and colder) out and I decide it's time to go home.