Signs of Winter

It is customary for the Fall mums to get a tad raggedy as November unfolds.  Some months, the squirrels who have finished feasting on my garden produce turn their interest toward the pumpkins on the front porch.   This month was a whole new game in the squirrel dining plan.  I came home one day to find that the pumpkin on the table by the rocking chair had become a squirrel buffet that afternoon.  Squirrels are frantic and untidy diners.

From then on, the pumpkins and gourds on the porch were fair game for the squirrels, who are both bold and disorganized when it comes to porch snacking.  T and I are convinced that there must be some kind of weather prognosticator in such a development……..as in, when the squirrels eat half a pumpkin in one afternoon, it’s going to be a long winter.  Surely there is something to  be read in this type of pumpkin and gourd killing spree.

We’ll see about that.  I the meantime, the pumpkins have been disposed and the worn out mums have been sent to the compost pile.  Now that the squirrel buffet is closing, I’m looking forward to evergreens, pinecones, and twinkling lights for the month of December.