Monday, October 7, 2019
It was supposed to rain all day yesterday, at least according to the weather gremlins living in my iPhone. Imagine our surprise when the sun came out instead and the day turned out to be pretty nice. We opened the windows to get some fresh air in the house, and I took Olga to the cemetery in the afternoon.
Someone left a little autumnal offering on one of the gravestones, tucked neatly into the folds of an angel's cloak. I think it's a horse chestnut as opposed to a sweet chestnut, but I know Mr. Pudding will correct me if I am wrong.
A bouquet of sunflowers and gladioli was planted directly into the ground -- an interesting method for displaying flowers among the topsy-turvy tombstones. Maybe there's a vase down there somewhere.
I did not see or hear the turaco this time. Has it finally moved on, with the weather becoming cooler? Poor cold turaco.
Otherwise, it was a day for small tasks. I did some trimming in the garden, cutting back the dead overgrowth in the wildflower area. I organized and archived pictures, I finalized some plans for an upcoming trip, and I caught up on all my New Yorkers. I also have Demi Moore's new autobiography to read -- having grown up with all those "Brat Pack" actors, I'm curious about her life. It could be completely vapid, but it could be substantial too. I don't know enough about her to have a good sense of that. I'll let you know when I finally get around to cracking the cover.