Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo is going to be tied up with an event all weekend (one to which I have looked forward for quite some time and about which more anon), so I decided to take advantage of my day off to attend to some fall chores.

We’ve reached that point in the year where the fallen leaves begin to be an issue so I was out at first light late this morning raking the driveway.  As I’ve mentioned frequently, we live on a pretty busy street and our driveway slopes down away from it toward the garage.  A layer of leaves, especially a wet layer of leaves, can be as slippery as ice.  The thought of Mrs. Robbo or of Youngest Gel trying to make the necessary jack-rabbit left turn to get out, and then losing seconds fishtailing in the face of oncoming traffic, especially in the dark, regularly fills Ol’ Robbo with a sense of horror.  Thus, I am somewhat fanatical about trying to keep the drive clear.

I also cut back my peonies today.  Regular friends of the decanter will know that Ol’ Robbo annually muses that he really ought to dig up and divide out his peony root balls, and, when the time comes, just as consistently decides to put it off till next year.  Well, things haven’t changed.

The hummingbird feeder is now emptied, washed, and put away.  I actually haven’t seen the critters for a couple of weeks now, so I think it’s safe to assume they’ve cleared out for the year.

It occurred to me as I was hauling leaves out into the woods behind our back gate that this is the time of year when it’s not a bad idea to start keeping a weather eye out for bears, as they do get into the neighborhood every so often.  Eldest actually spotted one four or five years ago as she was swinging on our rope swing out back.  She called me at work.  I called Animal Control.  They informed me that they “don’t do bears”.  The next day I read that this one (it must have been the same) killed somebody’s dog the next ‘burb over from us.  (I must remember to mention this to Mrs. R, as she takes Decanter Dog on walks around here almost daily.)

Other than moar leaves, I don’t see that there’s much else left to deal with this fall.  Barring a sudden heat wave, I doubt the lawn will need another cut, and all the garden pruning is a late winter/early spring thing.  One remaining issue is the four ferns on our porch.  We brought them inside and put them in our mawster bawth last year, but it turned out to be something of a squash.  They recently built a new greenhouse over at St. Marie of the Blessed Educational Method and Mrs. R is trying to find out if maybe we can drop them there for the winter.  For the Children, you know.

So that’s that.