The brilliant colors of Fall have moved from the trees to the ground. Bright confetti of red, orange, and yellow leaves litters the road and yards. The smell of fallen foliage is rich and brings back childhood memories of jumping into piles of crunchy, newly raked leaves. The summer complement of flying bugs is gone leaving only a few industrious honeybees to visit the few yellow flowers left on my dying tomato plants.
We have had our little foundling kitten, Mab, for nearly two months now. She’s a very different creature than the starved little waif who showed up on our doorstep. She has become our fat little porch guardian, content to curl up on the step and sleep in the sun or hover just out of reach when we try to pet her. It’s amazing the difference regular feeding makes.
