IF SO, WE ARE UP FOR THE STRESSFUL CHALLENGES

TIS A MAGIC TIME OF YEAR AND ESPECIALLY SO IN THE FOREST

The best part of our day again was the 60F+ temperatures along with a few wandering sun splashes.  It was well after dark Tuesday night when I slipped outside to sprinkle some birdseed on our bird station for the morning rush.  How beautiful the night sky was with clouds scudding across a big half Moon.  It was so mild that I heard a couple of Peeper Frogs and it reminded me so much of early Spring.  I had to get a grip and shake myself back into the reality of late October.

 SOME OF TODAY'S PHOTOS WERE TAKEN YESTERDAY AND SOME OF THEM WERE TAKEN THIS MORNING

 A QUIET STREAM

 ANOTHER SIDE VIEW MIRROR PHOTO

Richard and I and Pheebs went for a little toot this morning.  Richard's van is in the Canadian Tire garage in Goderich for a repair and he needed a ride to go and get it.  Halfway there the garage phoned saying it needed an additional part which wouldn't be in until Thursday.  With that, we turned around and headed back to Richard's place where of course we sat chatting about things we so often injoyably chat about.

 A WASCALLY WOODPECKER AT OUR SUET FEEDER THIS AFTERNOON

 AND THIS IS MY NIKON COOLPIX P900 THAT I TAKE MY BIRD PHOTOS WITH   

Home again, I had thought about turning our outside water off but with temperatures predicted to be over 70F the next few days, the water shut off can wait.  Dodging the odd raindrop I spent another couple of enjoyable hours outside today putzing, puttering, and piddling around.  Hey, that sounds like a title for a book.  I cut down all our bamboo grass which, if left standing through the winter, has a habit of dropping its long whitish ribbon-like leaves which blow around all over the place giving things a messy look.  Out of pine needles I am now concentrating on raking up all the fallen maple leaves.  With every maple leaf raked up now means one less maple leaf I have to rake up in the Spring.

 A LAYER OF MAPLE LEAVES AROUND OUR FROG POND'S FLOWER BED

 AND I DO HAVE A GOOD SUPPLY OF MAPLE LEAVES WITH MANY MORE TO COME

 STARTING ON ANOTHER TRAILER LOAD OF YARD WASTE FOR THE PARK'S RECYCLE AREA

 THE LAST OF THREE CRATES OF CLEANING AND MAINTENANCE SUPPLIES TO BE TAKEN INSIDE FOR THE WINTER

 MY FROG-CATCHING PAIL NOW DOUBLES AS MY CORN-GATHERING PAIL IF THEY EVER GET THE CORN HARVEST UNDERWAY

Thursday morning Kelly and I head back to London's University Hospital for what seems like yet another 'make or break' meeting, this time being with the head surgeon guy who we have heard is a hard-nosed no nonsense fellow.  It's anybody's guess where we will be after this meeting.  He will either reject the liver transplant outright or we'll continue with the stressful challenges of barrels and hoops to jump over and crawl through.  If so, we are up for the stressful challenges.       

 OUR FRONT YARD HYDRANGEA TREE IS STILL BLOOMING

Al's Music Box:)) Alley Cat by Bent Fabric was a 1962 single release.  

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A boy was assigned a paper on childbirth and asked his parents, "How was I born?"  "Well honey..." said the slightly prudish parent, "the stork brought you to us."  "Oh," said the boy. "Well, how did you and daddy get born?" he asked.  "Oh, the stork brought us too."  "Well how were grandpa and grandma born?" he persisted.  "Well darling, the stork brought them too!" said the parent, by now starting to squirm a little in the Lazy Boy recliner.  Several days later, the boy handed in his paper to the teacher who read with confusion the opening sentence: "This report has been very difficult to write because there hasn't been a natural childbirth in my family for three generations."

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It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker.

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