Here’s how I roll #3 An Autumn Edition

I can’t park straight.  I can actually, sometimes, successfully parallel park, but my non-parallel park job at work usually looks like I am attempting diagonal park within a normal space.

I love the smell of crunchy, fall leaves.

I do not love the smell of lady bug/asian beetle … whatever those things are.  And what do I do as soon as I flick one?  I smell my hand.

I love watching “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!”  I’m warped … but it’s the rocks that set me off…

Writing. Love it! The whole process – thinking of an idea &/or having an idea just come to me, writing, re-writing, tweaking.

It makes me sad to see the trees dropping their leaves, standing there, bare. They look cold that way. They deserve their rest after the hot, dry summer, though.

My housecats caught a mouse. I noticed Trogdor (my son named him…) with the mouse because Trogdor was growling … like he does when we give him a tablescrap. I paused for just a moment to make sure the mouse was dead and not going to skitter about the house. I then grabbed grocery bags and doubled them up, reached down and scooped up the mouse, put it in the trash, devastated Trogdor, carried the trash outside, all while not missing a beat in the phone conversation I was having. Had it been a spider … I would have wet my pants.


About Marla Rose

This blog documents our farm life in central Illinois with photographs, experiences, and a dash of cooking. Pour a cup of coffee and enjoy sharing part of our lives!
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