Today trees today had lost half their leaves or more. It called to mind Hopkins' poem Spring and Fall to a young child. In college the prof told me I had missed the point of the poem. I thought it was about adults getting preoccupied and failing to see the world around them. The prof insisted it was about mortality. I'm still not convinced and changing seasons still make me sad.
Rain and a cold wind discouraged the birds. Plus, something swooped at a downy woodpecker as she was about to hop onto the suet. A butterbutt dropped in briefly. Hoodies were out on the creek.
The cat was prowling through the backyard in the afternoon. Rain returned after dark and became sleet around 9pm.
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