A Night In The Woods

Quite a few years back, Tim was at a yard sale and saw the leaded glass window above. He has always loved it, but we really had nowhere to put it. A few weeks back, I caught sight of it and thought 'you know what????',brought it to the new house and realized that, widthwise, it was the perfect fit for right inside the front door. We finally got around to installing it and framing the window in.

Once the schefflera grows back, it will disguise the heighth difference a little, but Tim is pleased with it. 

When we were done with that, we headed back into town. Our newest  tenant Jaimee met us at the old house and got the livingroom set from the library, a dresser, a desk and chair, two area rugs, an end table and a couple lamps. We hauled two truckloads of furniture down to her apartment, and up the stairs. 

I did not want to ride the truck back and forth because I needed to get some steps in.

On the walk back home, I heard someone holler 'hey, old lady!' It was my bearded buddy Jim. He is another tenant. I think an awful lot of him, but things got heated during the first reign of tRUMP. He blocked me for a while, but you know what? We all have to be led by our own consciences, and if we feel compelled to speak, we should do it.

Things have eased between us in the intervening years, and I was glad to see him. I leaned against the passenger side window and we had a friendly chinwag just like the old days. 

Jim moved from the country after a bad fall made him realize that he could no longer handle the work required to live in the woods. He was very apprehensive about life in town but the apartment looks out over the Conewango creek. He realized that he was seeing more wildlife from his apartment than he saw in the woods, geese ducks, eagles, deer, and a front row seat too.  

He invested in a good camera, and began doing wildlife photography from his back porch. He spends hours there. He told people, 'I forget I am even living in town.'

He had a present for me: 

Perfect, isn't it? I will call it 'Different Views'. It will hang in a place of honor.

We hauled my cedar chest back. We have blankets to be stored away for winter. We also brought this back: 

Poor picture, but a ticking clock has always made a place feel like home to me.

The clock was striking 8 when, as usual, the deer came from the woods to feed. In very short order, they 'flagged' and bounded away en masse. 

Tim said 'Something scared them. I will bet there is a bear nearby.' Right on cue, a black bear ambled across the little footbridge and lazily made his way across the yard. It was too dark to get a picture. 

We are sitting in the dark watching fireflies. A great horned owl calls from deep in the woods.