I wouldn’t put my hand on the Bible and swear but the facts are…a man and woman parked at the bottom of the hill, in front of gates (stoopid, stoopid), and got out with their dog. (The Cove is a favorite place to walk in Autumn.) I looked away and, a few seconds later, looked again. I could see a small critter winding around the legs of the dog and the man would stoop down, do “something” and then stand. This went on for a bit so I got the spyglasses to have a look see. What I saw was the bit of fluff above…the man was trying to get himself and the dog away from the kitten.
I am so proud of ME! I didn’t say any bad words…not a single, nary one! What I did was run to the garage, get the car and speed down the road…dressed in my Lanz nightgown and Ugg bedroom slippers,
morning coffee breath and hair sticking everywhere. (I have almost absolutely no shame when it comes to an animal rescue!) When I got to the bottom of the hill, I saw a flash to my left. I stopped the car, got out and started calling, “here kitty, here kitty, meow! meow!” and the bit of fluff ran to me! He was meowing, cold, wet and totally unafraid which makes me think he was dropped. Also, his ears are clean, his coat is clean and he hasn’t any fleas. A feral cat will not approach a human and this little thing absolutely threw himself at me! So, I drove on to the nasty mean wicked disgraceful humans and said, “The next time y’all visit the Cove, please don’t block gates. We’re a farming community and trying to get silage and hay put up; when you block our gates, you make our job so much more difficult.” The woman replied, in rather a snitty voice (at least to my ear), “Well, I suppose we could go move our car.” I smiled sweetly grimaced at her, “Oh, it’s okay for now but this is your only warning. The next time it happens, we’ll just have it towed.” Then I snugged the kitten and said, “Come on, kitty; this time you’ve found someone kind to love you.” Then I drove home, leaving the nasty humans to talk about the crazy woman me.
This beautiful girl was dropped on the mountain and looks to be a pure bred Redbone Coon Hound and is about a year old. Redbones are used for hunting coon, bear, and even cougar. Daisy Mae has a beautiful red coat, lovely expression and feet the size of Montana. smile She’s had her shots and is scheduled to be spayed next week. I’d love to find a great home for her but not around here. Around here she would be kept on a chain and beaten…shudder! The centuries old breed dates back to red foxhounds brought over by Scottish immigrants in the 1700’s and, prior to the War Between the States, red foxhounds imported by Irishmen. Redbone’s are easy to train, eager to please and Daisy is a love bug! Yes, she sleeps with Sadie, Sam and me and I wake to Daisy throwing her front leg over me, snuggled in as close as she can get, giving sloppy kisses in a frenzy of delight. Please, do you know someone who could give this girl a loving home? I’m willing to travel a ways…
So, what do you think of OCTOBER? I dearly love October , although it’s very confusing as it’s name means “eighth”…?…but my absolute favorite month is the one I’m in. Forrest and me…we’re alike thataway. (BTW, have I ever mentioned Dave’s first name was Forrest? Yeah, he was a Gump too! LOL) Winston Groom‘s book, made into an award winning movie and, I believe, is Tom Hanks‘ best work. Ever. He was brilliant as Forrest, in virtually every scene and never fails to astound, delight, bring me to tears and laughter. Brilliant!
As the poet said, “I have been younger in October than all the months of spring…” and it’s true. Is it the crispness of the air, the crunch of leaves underfoot, the last gasp of harvest before the deep sleep? I’m not sure but the air has a quality of absolute clarity that is stunning and overwhelms my senses. The Milky Way is seen on cloudless nights with stars cast as glitter from overhead to the far distance; its beauty devastates my heart.
If you want a challenge, the Shepheardes Calender for October may be read here but I should warn you…it isn’t an easy read but it is an interesting one.
Later this week, I want to give you a recipe suggestion for a tasty
meal snack hors devours or, as my SIL likes to say, horsey de overs. Let me give you a hint…it involves EVOO, tomatoes and goat cheese. I’m also going to giveaway a year’s subscription to the food network magazine. I love magazine subscriptions and only today, found the food network magazine (yeah, yeah, if it doesn’t hit Walmart, I’m the last to know) and that magazine is going to ruin me! Oh mercy. October’s cover is quick bread…be still my heart! I’m going to make quick bread every day of this month! (Not really but it sounded good.) I am going to make bread…it’s that time of year…bread making and my hands need some dough. (Oh goodness. I can go so many different directions with that one! Someone, please stop me!!!)
AND…PUMPKIN SPICED COFFEE and NUTS and BREAD and…quick, help me! I’m hyperventilating! Around here, only Mickie D’s has pumpkin spiced coffee but the FNM (yeah, I’m cool thataway…my new favorite mag is now called FNM…snicker, snort, guffaw!) has a recipe…wowza! You’ll get that as well with the mag giveaway post so stay tuned.
Not really all that much happening for taking a few weeks off, eh? Even so, that little break kept me from losing my story…losing my touch. In the end, it’s just life and God being good, that’s good enough.
That’s all, y’all! Bye for now…
Blessings ~ good food ~ Daisy Mae ~ Tigger ~ October ~ Forrest Grump ~ a good life ~