Thar She Blows

That’s someone else’s hand…but a nice shot of an arbouse.

Oh, boy, did we have a visit from that wind from the mountains last night, the tramontane.  Mama says it’s just like a Texas blue norther!  Whatever that is…

Mama had just had her hair dealt with in the US and everything that magic man, Rory, did just blew every whichaway and she was stomping around trying to get it out of her eyes and tie it up with something, while I calmly let the breeze blow through MY hairdo and didn’t suffer un poel out of place!

But now it’s really autumn here.  Cold and windy and clear skies, but still….

Where has our summer gone? For me, of course, the winter only means getting a little fuller in the body to keep warmer whereas for mama and papa it means that a chimney sweep has to come to make sure there are no birdnests up the flue and mama has to pull up all the old garden stuff—leftover tomato plants, dried out basil stalks, little marigold heads turning to seeds, and the lemon tree fed to make all those lemons healthy that are weighing down the branches.

This little kitty has to watch out for flying arbouses, which are little red fruits that are falling fast and furiously from the strawberry tree in our garden—un arbousier.

Mama loves the fruit but most people aren’t acquainted with it and when they are, they think it’s sort of sandy-feeling to chew, but mama makes a jelly that takes out all the tiny sandy seeds and it’s really good with Purina turkey tidbits en gelée, haha. Sort of like cranberries at Thanksgiving.

But those little suckers come down in this wind and if they hit you on the ear or the nose, oh, boy! Plus then they squish on your ear or nose and you’ve got this mushy stuff all over your mug.

These are what fall and hit me now and then…

Just to be safe while mama works her fingers to the bone in the garden, I’m curling up inside to watch the action out the window. Life will be safer when the jelly’s made…

Boy, dodging strawberry fruit wears a kitty out!