We’ve been busy with so many things this month: soccer, camping, piano, dance, hiking, trumpet, and more. It’s funny how when that happens everyone starts really settling into being home and finding quieter activities that seem to fit October perfectly.
Kids find random things to do, on that note meet Stan the Rat Man. He guards our front stoop, a perfect combination of leaves, old clothes and a plastic rat. I’m hoping that the little kid that lives down the road enjoys him. I heard that he missed seeing my dead man’s legs coming out of my bushes, back when I had bushes. It’s funny what a kid will miss that adults forget to even think about.
A friend brought me bittersweet that I shoved into my grandfather’s old rusty milk jug. People are out walking to and from the beach. Kids are climbing trees, going so high that I get a little sick when I look at them, but I try to turn away. What’s a ten foot fall anyways? They’re kids!
Inside the house, I find myself making the simplest of foods: big loaves of pumpkin bread, homemade baked beans in a pot with a thick layer of bacon, soup in the crockpot, and an apple pie that’ll be for breakfast.