Today, some talk of my yesterday...
I really delight in the rich and beautiful colour of this time of year. The park was beautiful yesterday evening. The autumn leaves of yellow, pale green and red now lay sleepily under the trees. I could see red berries upon some bushes and on the floor around others. Red berries always remind me of Christmas. I wish I could feel the same way about that season as I used to when I was a child. Such a beautiful and magical time, all things were possible as a child. My childhood was far from perfect or happy really, but I do remember some wonderful times all the same. I cling to those feelings and memories like a spider to it‘s web.
As I walked around Gunnersbury Park, I saw the squirrels rushing about collecting their stores of nuts for the on coming winter. I stopped to oversee one squirrel smoothing over a freshly covered nut and patting the surface of the mud down with his hands. I know ‘hands’ is not the correct term, I should be saying paws, but to me squirrels really do have such human like little paws. I do like the American Greys that have made England their home despite what some might think of them. Greys have personalities tending towards criminal in nature (muggers and vandals), but they are fun and sweet in their own right. When I go to Brompton Cemetery I delight in feeding the sheer hoard of them there, ignoring the 'Do not feed, prepare to be fined' signs totally.
The reds were such timid, gentle and quite little creatures, and I never witnessed a fight between them. They had completely different temperaments to Greys. The reds were a lot fluffier and more naturally attractive too. I miss the red squirrels of my early childhood, all gone now and never to be seen again. I would dearly like to see one again. Nowadays the only red squirrels I get to see are on display at the Nature History Museum, stuffed of course. Sometimes I will see reds on television, being shown in the Scottish Highlands, their last anchorage in Great Britain.
When I was nearing the end of my walk I came across a little Yorkshire Terrier puppy running crazy circles around his human parents. A friendly little chap who appeared to be very even tempered. I wanted to pick him up and give him a cuddle. I miss having a tiny dog. Oscar, though fairly small compared to many dogs, is still too big and heavy to cuddle in the same way. There is this wonderful physical closeness you can have with the toy sized breeds you just can't have with bigger dogs.
The sunset was also quite lovely yesterday, with it's mix of pinks, yellows and whites. The setting sun was of deepest orange. I am glad to be enjoying nature once again, I feel like getting out my camera. I have managed to go to bed early for the past two days! Hmm in fact a tad too early for my liking (11pm). I have had to set the alarm on my phone to wake myself up at 1am for my medication. I quickly try to go straight back to sleep after my pill, before it has a chance to make me feel wide-awake (something it always does). My day has been starting at 5 am in the morning. I get to catch the early morning bird song so that is quite nice. :)
As I walked around Gunnersbury Park, I saw the squirrels rushing about collecting their stores of nuts for the on coming winter. I stopped to oversee one squirrel smoothing over a freshly covered nut and patting the surface of the mud down with his hands. I know ‘hands’ is not the correct term, I should be saying paws, but to me squirrels really do have such human like little paws. I do like the American Greys that have made England their home despite what some might think of them. Greys have personalities tending towards criminal in nature (muggers and vandals), but they are fun and sweet in their own right. When I go to Brompton Cemetery I delight in feeding the sheer hoard of them there, ignoring the 'Do not feed, prepare to be fined' signs totally.
The reds were such timid, gentle and quite little creatures, and I never witnessed a fight between them. They had completely different temperaments to Greys. The reds were a lot fluffier and more naturally attractive too. I miss the red squirrels of my early childhood, all gone now and never to be seen again. I would dearly like to see one again. Nowadays the only red squirrels I get to see are on display at the Nature History Museum, stuffed of course. Sometimes I will see reds on television, being shown in the Scottish Highlands, their last anchorage in Great Britain.
When I was nearing the end of my walk I came across a little Yorkshire Terrier puppy running crazy circles around his human parents. A friendly little chap who appeared to be very even tempered. I wanted to pick him up and give him a cuddle. I miss having a tiny dog. Oscar, though fairly small compared to many dogs, is still too big and heavy to cuddle in the same way. There is this wonderful physical closeness you can have with the toy sized breeds you just can't have with bigger dogs.
The sunset was also quite lovely yesterday, with it's mix of pinks, yellows and whites. The setting sun was of deepest orange. I am glad to be enjoying nature once again, I feel like getting out my camera. I have managed to go to bed early for the past two days! Hmm in fact a tad too early for my liking (11pm). I have had to set the alarm on my phone to wake myself up at 1am for my medication. I quickly try to go straight back to sleep after my pill, before it has a chance to make me feel wide-awake (something it always does). My day has been starting at 5 am in the morning. I get to catch the early morning bird song so that is quite nice. :)