Early October on Mont Royale. Pretty green really but it's warmer in the city so the leaves are slower to change. I once knew a girl called Teresa Green, or so the joke goes.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have inadvertently created a Holiday Inn for squirrels (see photo below). Interestingly, though all are, broadly speaking, 'grey', they are a lot redder than the grey squirrels in Ireland who are evil and completely and uniformly silver.
Anyway, Heffly, who has some academic inclinations, has taken it upon himself to study the squirrels so we'll let them alone; grumpy neighbours they may be.
In other news then, Alan is off to Chile for about 6 weeks from the end of this month. I've asked ace reporter Snuff 'Scoop' Snuffsters to tag along and take some photos for us. We'll get his own photo up nearer the time of departure. Meantime, heres that squirrel...quite the character, no? They seem to be getting a bit crazier lately. They are like
shell-shocked World War I victims; you can
nearly see their tin helmets as they shake their fists and jabber with rage at my apparant theft of whatever they have lately buried in the flower beds.
See? Crazy....
Plus they would destroy the garden if there was actually anything in it to destroy; mini-rotivators. But seriously, if anyone's got bodies hidden under the patio, my money's on the squirrel.....