Monday, October 5, 2009

Bearing Gifts

Apparently you don't want to wake up one morning and think, "Wow, life is...interesting...these days." Because then you get visitors.



Or perhaps you realize that YOU are the visitor.

The brown thing to the right of the black fuzzy thing is the support post for the porch. Because even if we ARE the visitors in this landscape, we're also the ones with the porch.

Where this creature is not welcome.

Because s/he has lots of other landscape in which to snuffle for mushrooms.

S/he is, though, a good reminder of those interesting times. Times in which I have to watch carefully as I walk to the end of the driveway to pick up the newspaper.

Not that I'm complaining. Just commenting.