It was raining hard as we ate our dinner on the screened porch.  As the storm grew closer the light faded and I lit the little candles on the table. Lightning lit the woods behind our house and I kept peering out through the screen at the swaying tops of the trees. Something large caught my eye at the top of one tree.  It had been in one spot so long I thought it must be a squirrels nest.

After the dishes were carried to the kitchen I looked up at the tree and saw that the ‘nest’  had moved a bit. A tail had been added to the silhouette. This was really making me curious. I remembered seeing a Great Blue Heron back there a few years ago that hung around for a week or two. Thinking it must be another migrating heron stopping for the night, I asked Carl if he saw it. He looked around, not seeing it at first, then it moved and caught his eye. “oh you mean that turkey up there?” he asked.

I didn’t know turkeys could fly that high. This was definately up there. The thought of turkeys flying around over our heads entertained me for quite awhile. It must be a harbinger of Winter and Thanksgiving. No that’s too cruel a thought, imagining a turkey flying around the neighborhood crying out  “The time for Thanksgiving is near … eat me! “.

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Well, here it is, the end of October. How did this month slip through my fingers along with those other months , weeks and days. This is my favorite time of the year, and for the first time I spent most of it indoors looking at the world through glass instead of feeling the seasons change with barefooted enthusiasm like I usually do. Halloween is one week away as I write this and only three pumpkins have been put outside …. I hope this isn’t a sign that I’m growing up .... Nahhhh