Fall is doing its very best to hang around as long as possible for us – and I appreciate the valiant efforts. Today the sun shone brightly, many trees blazed leaves of crimson and saffron and gold, the temperature reached a crisp-yet-pleasant 54 degrees (F)…
These transitional days are limited, and I’m grateful for every moment of brightness, warmth, and vitality that chooses to kiss my cheek and envelop me in a hug before the inevitable seasonal shift occurs, and the land slips into a cold, still slumber.
To take full advantage of the gifts being offered, this afternoon I enjoyed a long, lovely stroll. As I passed by a neighbor’s home, I saw a jovial little man greeting me:
However, upon closer inspection, I saw that the scene was actually slightly different from how I initially interpreted it. It seems that the small gentleman’s plight was a bit more dire than I first realized:
As I caught myself contemplating whether the cute lime guy was a prisoner or was being protected, I laughed out loud. Oh, anthropomorphization… :)