I Don't Know What This Means

Hah!

And I don't care either.

The Last October Goose

Thirty days and counting. And pecking.

Eating grass and pooping. They does it, geese.

October Goosers

Everybody needs a thrill.

These poop on everything.

Closing In

Bush darkness nears the windows.

Even at midday. As winter creeps in.

Seasonal Readjustment

I think we need to take this in context.

Whatever that turns out to be.

Flat Foliage

Chlorophyll meets concrete.

We think we know who won this time.

Things Are Getting Strange

In the old familiar way.

Which is still strange.

Rampant Confusion

Is ramping up

Along the season's edge.

Eyes On The Ground

Feet on the sky.

Today I'm that. Kind of guy.

The Meaning Of Life

Cannot be found here. Which is a comforting thought.

Today is Saturday, October 22, 2011, and that's all we can say for now.

Understanding

Cannot be reduced to a formula.

Oct 21 says this. I say I dunno.

20 10 20 11

Hey!

That's pretty cool.

19: Leaving Warmth

"Go toward the light," they said.

But which way is that?

Swirly Eighteen

With a touch of smash.

For seasoning.

Nebba Say Nebba

Nebba onem Otkoba sebbunteen.

Nebba else eidda. Nebba.

So There I Was

Looking for something.

Which, of course, I still haven't found.

Lost Dog Gypsy Summer

A warm autumn period.

Following cool weather. Plus offshore flow.

Squish & Slop

October 14 is like that.

Here, anyway.

Wet #13

'S d'way it goes.

Round here. Today.

Twelfth Day

No end in sight.

They're falling like leaves.

Tue Too To Two

Buddies at repose.

As I walked by.

Ten Ten

The fall lineup.

Hitting the ground. But not running.

Sun Oct 9

Getting closer to that day.

You know which one. That one.

Saturdeight

Blue. Delight. In the light.

Of dying leaves. Fallen. From dying trees.

Grey Seven

On my way.

To the Grey Havens. I wish.

Thursday 20111006

I never quite could get the hang of Thursdays.

Like Arthur Dent. Time for a beer and a nap.

Octolap: The days begin to blur.

As they always do.

Overlapping and running into each other.

10-4

Ten four, can't take it any more. La-la-la-la.

Someone tell me to quit whining, 'K? Hey?

Today!

The ith day of the jth month. Whatever.

They're all running together at this point.

Flat Leaf Sunday Oct 2

The return to gravity-bound two-dimensionality.

Leaves first, then the rest of us. Mebbe.

Octo One

Not too fun. Yet.

Kind of wet. But colorful if you know where to look.