Pappy and my evening walks in the autumn have been distinguished by three things:
- It's dark out;
- There are a lot of fallen leaves;
- There's a creepy bamboo thicket behind the baseball field.
As for the darkness, there's not a lot to say. I took a picture of it on the right, and that's pretty much what it looks like.
The piles of leaves are like ambrosia to Pappy. He wades in up to his elbows, and then just sniffs and sniffs. The following haiku is by Pappy (interpreted by me):
myriad smells composting
in the piled leaves
wait, i'm not done
The bamboo thicket is immense and dense. As I approach it with Pappy, we're suddenly confronted with the calls and rustling of hundreds of birds-- but we never see any of them. Pappy is actually less freaked by this than I am. Partly it's fear of some Hitchcockian nightmare, partly fear of showering bird doo.