“I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadow less like silence, listening To silence.”

As fall days go, this one is just about perfect. The sun is sharply bright, the air is clear and it’s chilly, around 45˚ chilly, not quite coat weather yet. When I went to get the papers early this morning, I could smell fall. I could smell the fallen leaves and the crispness of the air. Someone had a fire going. I noticed the yellow maple leaves had fallen on the grass in a pattern drawn from a painter’s palette. I stood and took in my little bit more of my world then grabbed the papers and went inside to a house filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. My senses were in overdrive.

Gracie got loose this morning. We had just gotten back from breakfast and were on our way into the house when she pulled her head out of her collar and took off down the street. She did me the courtesy of looking back at me as she ran. I called her and was totally ignored. I took out my phone and called my friends, but no one was home. Then I saw my neighbor moving his car and asked him to call Gracie. She, of course, went right to him, gave him a hug and a bunch of kisses. He held on to a wiggly, happy Gracie until I could put her collar back on. Right now she is sleeping, resting from her exploits.

Sunday has a different feel about it than any other day of the week. Saturday was the day for errands so Sunday is a slow day, a day for taking time. On Sunday mornings, breakfast with my friend is a ritual for us. It is when we catch up with one another. Our breakfast is slow by intent and always has plenty of time for an extra cup of coffee. When I come home, I finish reading the papers. The crossword puzzle is saved for last, and I keep going back to it during the day until I finally give up. A nap is inevitable. Tonight my friends and I will play a few games, eat some appetizers as we play then we’ll watch The Amazing Race together.

I love traditions and rituals. They are connections over time, and they are to be cherished even in such simplicity as a morning breakfast or a game of cards.

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15 Comments on ““I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadow less like silence, listening To silence.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    A rather nice day over here, not much sunshine but no rain either πŸ™‚

    Why are some dogs so good at getting out of the collar? Many tries but fail but there’s always some that can get out of any kind of collar πŸ™‚ Orvar is one of those that can but he always looks just as surprised as I do πŸ™‚ He never walks away either, just stands there looking at me πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    No papers here on a Sunday, I live to far away from the nearest town. So I’ll get two papers tomorrow instead.

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • Kat Says:

      Christer,
      I wish Gracie were more like Orvar. She runs as soon as she realizes she is free. Once I swear she smiled before she ran.

      I’m glad your day is a nice one. You can have a great walk and enjoy the day without rain!!

      My papers are in the driveway. I love starting my mornings reading the two papers: one from Boston and the other local. I take my time and read everything. I have a cup of coffee with each paper. It’s is a wonderful way to welcome the day.

      Enjoy your Sunday!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Today the forecast temperature is for a high in the mid to upper 70s under clear skies here in North Texas. Yesterday I drove through some older neighborhoods and noticed that the leaves on some of the older trees were starting to change color. It won’t really feel like autumn here until Thanksgiving. The high temperature on Friday was 87 degrees before the cool front came through on Saturday.

    Our newest member to our family, a rescued neutered male dachshund, continually finds his way out of the backyard through the smallest space to crawl under the fence. The silly guy never ventures farther than across the street or onto the rear driveway to the garage and usually is sitting by the front door when we realize he has left. I don’t think he wants to leave, he just wants to know that he can escape at will.

    Did you remember to fall back your clocks last night? You don’t want to be late Monday morning.

    • Kat Says:

      Bob,
      You are in for some warmth, and we’re in for cold nights in the 30’s starting tomorrow night. Our leaves have either fallen or turned brown.

      We could still get temperatures in the 50’s through Thanksgiving. I remember having appetizers outside one Thanksgiving.

      Gracie is an escape artist. One of my other dogs sometimes escaped but she stayed close to home. Another dog couldn’t be bothered escaping. She enjoyed relaxing, but Gracie will take every opportunity. Mostly she stays on the street but one time, at 1 a.m., she went down the road and was lost. I was frantic and by 1:30 thought I’d lost her. I parked my car in the middle of the road and called and called. All of a sudden lights in backyards came on, triggered I hoped by Gracie. She appeared wide-eyed and foamy from fright and jumped into the back seat. I was so relieved but I think she was even more relieved,

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,

    My old dog Tegan was an opportunistic escape artist. She didn’t actually try to escape but if she did, she was gone out of sight at Warp Factor 8. She’d come back as soon as she noticed I wasn’t right behind her.
    Once, when she was a puppy, she escaped from the back yard and ran up to play with the dog across the street but he wasn’t there. She continued on, with me running behind her, up into the church parking lot. At the same moment, fire trucks were coming in from all directions because my neighbor had a small fire in his yard. Tegan went running around in front of the fire trucks as they were driving in. She ignored my screaming. I couldn’t watch anymore so I turned and headed for home. I looked back once and the little witch was trotting along behind me with a giant doggy grin on her face. Arrrgh! The first of many arrrghs. πŸ™‚
    If I was taking her to a terrier trial, I always remembered to keep hot dogs in my pocket. No matter what the stimulus at a terrier trial she would always come back to me for those.

    Bright and sunny and even a little bit warm up here today. I finished up the leaves without adding more trauma to my hand. I hope. I chopped some bushes and fed the birds. Then I cooked lunch. I’m done.
    Enjoy the day!

    • Kat Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Gracie will not ever come when I call. She’ll go to a complete stranger just to say hello. I even try come and get a treat and though she loves her treats the run is far more appealing. I have stood in the middle of the street waving my arms hoping I’d stop the car or get hit instead of her. She is a beast at times!!

      I actually dusted and polished strange places like the kitchen bookcase, the top of the microwave and the hanging shelf. I too am done!!

      Have a wonderful afternoon!

  4. im6 Says:

    This whole discussion about Gracie and her attempts to run away make me think of a current thread on the NPR Facebook page re: Taylor Swift. Ms. Country Singer has some song about (paraphrasing) never, ever getting back together with one of her exes. Apparently, although only 22, she has quite the history of serial dating and bad breakups. And she likes to complain about the situation. There’s not been a lot of sympathy for the gal and a several people have suggested the problem might not be the men she dates, but Ms. Swift herself, considering the multiple number of times this seems to happen.

    My point? Just what the heck have you been doing to Gracie that makes her so hell-bent on escaping?

    πŸ™‚ πŸ˜‰ πŸ™‚

    • Kat Says:

      im6,
      As for Taylor Swift: nothing about her is remotely interesting, and I don’t think I have ever heard a song of hers other than commercials on TV advertising an award show or other. “Serial dating” -love that term!!

      All I have done is spoil Gracie rotten. She has her crate which is so large she can stand up in it. It has a comfy coverall and a pillow; she eats better food than I, and the cans are massively expensive as they have no fillers. She has dry food also with no fillers. Her treat shelf is filled with a variety including biscuits, all natural chews and beef and lamb tidbits. Miss Gracie has collars for every holiday and a Pendleton blanket jacket for those cold winter days. She has her own dog door so she can come and go as she pleases into her fenced in backyard with sensor lights so she won’t be in the dark at night. Her friend Cody comes over for play dates. In the summer she snoozes on the lounge chair. Each evening she sleeps on the couch and at night on my bed.

      Gracie runs for the fun of it!!

      • im6 Says:

        Do you realize you just wrote the perfect Craig’s List ad for the ultimate pet motel? All you need to do is open “Kat’s Kape Kennel” and you’d be rolling in the dough while the doggies are rolling in the leaves! Heck, I might even book a night or two for myself!

  5. Birgit Says:

    I’m neither dog owner nor boxer expert, so it might be a silly idea, but wouldn’t a dog chest harness help?
    This kind
    http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Brustgeschirr_an_Mops_Juni_2012.JPG
    Not that
    http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pride_London_2011_-_039.jpg

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      That is not a silly idea at all. Gracie always wears a chest harness when she walks and has since her puppy days. I don’t use it, though, going to and from the car. She had only pulled out of her collar once before so this was totally unexpected.

      Her harness looks very much like the first picture. The second picture was a hoot. I wonder if they are runners too!!

  6. Hedley Says:

    A reversal….on to Episode Three of “Call the Midwife”, and it’s really good. Heck Perry Como was just wacking out “Magic Moments”. Poplar as it was


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