Wishy last visited with us four days ago; it’s evident that he has gone underground for the winter. It’s bittersweet because I’m relieved for his well-being and know it’s best for him but sad for me! Winter is arriving tomorrow with our first snowfall. I miss Chippie and Wishy but it’s encouraging knowing that under the inevitable deep blankets of snow my little friends are curled up sleeping, awakening to eat food from their larder before drifting in and out of torpor to pass the winter. I hope they will emerge well rested and healthy in the spring! God bless these little creatures that bring us joy.
Some of you know that I have been selling vintage items online since the early 2000s. As I was photographing one of two identical copies of the 1950s book The Shiniest Star illustrated by Charlot Byj, Wayne stopped talking to me mid-sentence, came over and said: “Hey! I know that book! I remember reading that when I was little!” His face was completely lit up as he picked up the book and turned the pages. He remembered the gold foil star on the cover, too. I was charmed to see him transform from a man in his 60s to a wide-eyed six year old.
This has been such a creepy and shocking news day! Matt Lauer, Garrison Keillor…
Today was also an odd weather day, but semi-lovely. It was 59 degrees and sunny for a few hours before the clouds moved in quickly and it began to rain briefly. Once it cleared the winds picked up and the temperature dropped ten degrees in one hour.
Wishy was sitting on the deck around 11:00 a.m. as was the squirrel who keeps hoping I’ll feed him, too. I always welcome the opportunity to step away from my desk, out of my thoughts and into the present moment–outdoors.
Last year Wayne and I had a real tree but I realized I prefer my seven foot 1950s aluminum tree since it coordinates better, in my opinion, with my mid-century mercury glass ornaments.
Wayne and I are having a Thanksgiving for two-ish: Wishy, Wayne and me:
We had a bit of an Indian summer today; highs were in the low 50s and the sun was out. Wishy is the last chippie to remain above ground and together we enjoyed the nice day out on the deck. Here are some of the outtakes:
Now that chipmunk season is almost a wrap-up, it seems like there is a bit of an “after hours” type party happening. I didn’t realize until Chippie’s departure into her burrow that she was quite the watchdog. Chippie reigned from the perch of our deck, chased away other chipmunks from our garden and guarded her territory– that I knew. I also knew that she and her nemesis, El Chippo, were always chasing one another. In her absence he enjoyed a couple of days of playing and jumping on the formerly forbidden places. As an example, I watched him leap from the deck into the garden and then slide down the tomato stakes like a little fireman. Fortunately we had finished harvesting the garden for the season. Then even he went underground and two new characters showed up: Long Tail Sally and Wishy.
Chippie is back after having disappeared for a few days, and she is wounded. Shown is before and after. Looks like she was in a fight! She was eating and able to sit, stand and run. But she is obviously shaken and missing tufts of fur. Please if anyone reading this has any suggestions let me know. I am going to contact my vet tomorrow along with two wildlife rehabs. New updates added 10/25.
I’ve had some rough days since my last post, but I’ll start with the more upbeat stuff. The photo above is of Wayne looking rather tiny in contrast with the big colorful trees in our woods.
One kind of love begets another. Get all the love possible expressed in your life. Love something or somebody, if it’s only a geranium. — Margery Wilson, silent film star and author.
I’ve lived in my house over eight years and while I had always enjoyed seeing chipmunks, this is the first time that I “adopted” one as an outdoor pet or rather, she may have adopted me. It began mid August when I was ill at home with 101 fever and I was reading in my sunroom. I noticed that she (I don’t know the gender but have come to think it’s female) was taking an active interest in me.