From The Past. #1

Good morning everyone! Well, the official autumn has begun now, yes, I am a little late on that one. But, as mentioned before, our fall begins much earlier than what the calendar says. It is a cloudy morning here, subduing the beautiful colors that are showing up across the landscape now. Hopefully I will get some nice pics of the colors from up here as the season progresses.

I wish the window was a bit cleaner on the outside though, that would help a lot. Oh well. Today kind of reminds me of a day when dad and I were out working on our cottage. Building it actually. On that cloudy day we were putting the trusses up for the roof. I would position them so dad could easily pull them up onto the walls. It was working quite well, which was amazing.

White-throated Sparrow a couple days before I moved.

Usually things do not go so well for us when we worked together. Then dad dropped his hammer. Now, it was a windy day too and the wind made some strange noises throughout the cottage which made it a bit hard to hear sometimes. Anyway, when dad dropped his hammer, I said, “you missed me!” “Well, if you are thirsty, get something to drink,” said dad.

“What did you want me to think about first?” I asked. “No, I am not thirsty at the moment,” he said, “but you could toss my hammer back to me.” “Bat? When did you see a bat?” I asked. “I can see just fine,” said dad, “but I need my hammer.” “By the way, would you like me to toss your hammer back to you?” I asked. “No, I want my hammer!” yelled dad.

Bog Twayblade, one of our wild orchids. It loves very wet locations.

“No need to yell,” I said. So I tossed his hammer to him which he caught easily. We worked a while longer then dad came down to have lunch. “Looks like it might rain soon,” said dad. “Yeah, we better eat inside just in case,” I said. “Good idea,” said dad. Then he thought for a moment and said, “Bonehead! There is no roof.”

“Hmm, good thought,” I agreed, “but we do have wood boxes to sit on in here.” So we sat down and I got out my lunch. “And where is mine?” asked dad. “I do not know, you told me not to touch your lunch, remember?” I reminded him. Dad looked at me and sighed. “That means it is still at home,” said dad.

Broad-leaved Arrowhead, also loves wet locations.

“Well, I was about to bring it when you told me not to touch it,” I said. Dad sighed again, a little louder. “You can have one of my sandwiches,” I said. I walked over to give it to him since he was sitting rather far away. But he held it rather tightly and ‘splurp’, right on his leg. Dad looked. I laughed.

“What is on here anyway?” he asked. “Banana and peanut butter mashed together,” I said, “It is good, really.” “Horrible stuff,” he said after trying it. But he ate it anyway. “Will you share your coffee?” he asked. “You were supposed to make the coffee this time, you did not like the way I made it last time,” I reminded him.

“No coffee?” he asked. “No coffee,” I said. Dad sighed again, even louder this time. We were soon on our way to the local restaurant for lunch. Good thing too, it began to rain. So we just left for home after lunch. Amazing how weather can remind a person of certain things. It is supposed to rain later today too. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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