Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Except for the blasts of wee hour winds, during which I thought, in a partially awake state, I heard the loud chitterings of raccoons, scudding around in the ruins of the vegetable garden; evidence in the morning, half-chewed green tomatoes and scattered grapes from the big vines along the deck railing, seems to point to animal marauding. They are free to take all the green tomatoes and grapes they like, the fruit has been frostnipped and is unappealing to human eyes.


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