Bunny appears to be long gone, although occasionally Patrick and I think we see him under the garden shed or near the compost pile. Or perhaps it is just the ghost of Bunny. The mice, however, three of them, none blind, race between sparrows for a morsel of bird food whenever possible. It will be a long winter for them if they don't figure out how to get inside before the storms come.

We have settled into a comfortable routine, Patrick and I. Sleeping in the sun on most days makes for a comfortable fall. Big Lady keeps tending the remaining flowers, stretching their color as long as she can in the house and garden. It will soon be bleak, but not today.
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