rustle rustle rummage rummage

On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 09:36:32 GMT, O J
yodeled:

On Tue, 26 Oct, Theresa wrote:


Autumn is in full swing, and it's Rush Hour in my back yard. Birds
all over. Squirrels bounding around, waving those outrageous tails!
Both of them on the ground, rummaging around for food, making
maddening rustle rustle noises. Stinky is on the sill, all aquiver.

People are right, that is poetry! I love Southern California but I
was born in NYC and grew up in the suburbs. I miss Autumn, the
colors, the leaves. Don't miss raking them all up though, and I'd
probably break something if I jumped into a pile of leaves like I did
when I was a kid, but when I was little you could still burn leaves to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories,
O J

My brother is in a tree-lined suburb in MD, and he is even more up to
his hiney in leaves than I am. Their darling one-year-old runs
outside, sits down, and starts stuffing them in his mouth.




Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 09:36:32 GMT, O J
yodeled:

On Tue, 26 Oct, Theresa wrote:


Autumn is in full swing, and it's Rush Hour in my back yard. Birds
all over. Squirrels bounding around, waving those outrageous tails!
Both of them on the ground, rummaging around for food, making
maddening rustle rustle noises. Stinky is on the sill, all aquiver.

People are right, that is poetry! I love Southern California but I
was born in NYC and grew up in the suburbs. I miss Autumn, the
colors, the leaves. Don't miss raking them all up though, and I'd
probably break something if I jumped into a pile of leaves like I did
when I was a kid, but when I was little you could still burn leaves to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories,
O J

My brother is in a tree-lined suburb in MD, and he is even more up to
his hiney in leaves than I am. Their darling one-year-old runs
outside, sits down, and starts stuffing them in his mouth.




Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
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On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 09:36:32 GMT, O J
yodeled:

On Tue, 26 Oct, Theresa wrote:


Autumn is in full swing, and it's Rush Hour in my back yard.
Birds
all over. Squirrels bounding around, waving those outrageous
tails!
Both of them on the ground, rummaging around for food, making
maddening rustle rustle noises. Stinky is on the sill, all
aquiver.

People are right, that is poetry! I love Southern California but I
was born in NYC and grew up in the suburbs. I miss Autumn, the
colors, the leaves. Don't miss raking them all up though, and I'd
probably break something if I jumped into a pile of leaves like I
did
when I was a kid, but when I was little you could still burn leaves
to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories,
O J

My brother is in a tree-lined suburb in MD, and he is even more up
to
his hiney in leaves than I am. Their darling one-year-old runs
outside, sits down, and starts stuffing them in his mouth.
Theresa

My kid memories of autumn leaves include huge piles of them raked up
by my father, and me leaping headlong into them. Also the smell of
burning leaves at the curbsides - a lovely smell no matter what the
anti-polluters say. You can't do that in Toronto any more, but up in
Ontario's cottage country I still get occasional whiffs of it, and
nostalgia kicks in.

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
...
On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 09:36:32 GMT, O J
yodeled:

On Tue, 26 Oct, Theresa wrote:


Autumn is in full swing, and it's Rush Hour in my back yard.
Birds
all over. Squirrels bounding around, waving those outrageous
tails!
Both of them on the ground, rummaging around for food, making
maddening rustle rustle noises. Stinky is on the sill, all
aquiver.

People are right, that is poetry! I love Southern California but I
was born in NYC and grew up in the suburbs. I miss Autumn, the
colors, the leaves. Don't miss raking them all up though, and I'd
probably break something if I jumped into a pile of leaves like I
did
when I was a kid, but when I was little you could still burn leaves
to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories,
O J

My brother is in a tree-lined suburb in MD, and he is even more up
to
his hiney in leaves than I am. Their darling one-year-old runs
outside, sits down, and starts stuffing them in his mouth.
Theresa

My kid memories of autumn leaves include huge piles of them raked up
by my father, and me leaping headlong into them. Also the smell of
burning leaves at the curbsides - a lovely smell no matter what the
anti-polluters say. You can't do that in Toronto any more, but up in
Ontario's cottage country I still get occasional whiffs of it, and
nostalgia kicks in.

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
...
On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 09:36:32 GMT, O J
yodeled:

On Tue, 26 Oct, Theresa wrote:


Autumn is in full swing, and it's Rush Hour in my back yard.
Birds
all over. Squirrels bounding around, waving those outrageous
tails!
Both of them on the ground, rummaging around for food, making
maddening rustle rustle noises. Stinky is on the sill, all
aquiver.

People are right, that is poetry! I love Southern California but I
was born in NYC and grew up in the suburbs. I miss Autumn, the
colors, the leaves. Don't miss raking them all up though, and I'd
probably break something if I jumped into a pile of leaves like I
did
when I was a kid, but when I was little you could still burn leaves
to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories,
O J

My brother is in a tree-lined suburb in MD, and he is even more up
to
his hiney in leaves than I am. Their darling one-year-old runs
outside, sits down, and starts stuffing them in his mouth.
Theresa

My kid memories of autumn leaves include huge piles of them raked up
by my father, and me leaping headlong into them. Also the smell of
burning leaves at the curbsides - a lovely smell no matter what the
anti-polluters say. You can't do that in Toronto any more, but up in
Ontario's cottage country I still get occasional whiffs of it, and
nostalgia kicks in.

On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 11:24:36 -0400, "Bobcat"
yodeled:


"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
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On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 09:36:32 GMT, O J
yodeled:

On Tue, 26 Oct, Theresa wrote:


Autumn is in full swing, and it's Rush Hour in my back yard.
Birds
all over. Squirrels bounding around, waving those outrageous
tails!
Both of them on the ground, rummaging around for food, making
maddening rustle rustle noises. Stinky is on the sill, all
aquiver.

People are right, that is poetry! I love Southern California but I
was born in NYC and grew up in the suburbs. I miss Autumn, the
colors, the leaves. Don't miss raking them all up though, and I'd
probably break something if I jumped into a pile of leaves like I
did
when I was a kid, but when I was little you could still burn leaves
to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories,
O J

My brother is in a tree-lined suburb in MD, and he is even more up
to
his hiney in leaves than I am. Their darling one-year-old runs
outside, sits down, and starts stuffing them in his mouth.
Theresa

My kid memories of autumn leaves include huge piles of them raked up
by my father, and me leaping headlong into them. Also the smell of
burning leaves at the curbsides - a lovely smell no matter what the
anti-polluters say.

It still is a lovely smell, no doubt about it, and a damn sight less
polluting than all kinds of other things that go into the air.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 11:24:36 -0400, "Bobcat"
yodeled:


"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
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On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 09:36:32 GMT, O J
yodeled:

On Tue, 26 Oct, Theresa wrote:


Autumn is in full swing, and it's Rush Hour in my back yard.
Birds
all over. Squirrels bounding around, waving those outrageous
tails!
Both of them on the ground, rummaging around for food, making
maddening rustle rustle noises. Stinky is on the sill, all
aquiver.

People are right, that is poetry! I love Southern California but I
was born in NYC and grew up in the suburbs. I miss Autumn, the
colors, the leaves. Don't miss raking them all up though, and I'd
probably break something if I jumped into a pile of leaves like I
did
when I was a kid, but when I was little you could still burn leaves
to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories,
O J

My brother is in a tree-lined suburb in MD, and he is even more up
to
his hiney in leaves than I am. Their darling one-year-old runs
outside, sits down, and starts stuffing them in his mouth.
Theresa

My kid memories of autumn leaves include huge piles of them raked up
by my father, and me leaping headlong into them. Also the smell of
burning leaves at the curbsides - a lovely smell no matter what the
anti-polluters say.

It still is a lovely smell, no doubt about it, and a damn sight less
polluting than all kinds of other things that go into the air.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 11:24:36 -0400, "Bobcat"
yodeled:


"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
.. .
On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 09:36:32 GMT, O J
yodeled:

On Tue, 26 Oct, Theresa wrote:


Autumn is in full swing, and it's Rush Hour in my back yard.
Birds
all over. Squirrels bounding around, waving those outrageous
tails!
Both of them on the ground, rummaging around for food, making
maddening rustle rustle noises. Stinky is on the sill, all
aquiver.

People are right, that is poetry! I love Southern California but I
was born in NYC and grew up in the suburbs. I miss Autumn, the
colors, the leaves. Don't miss raking them all up though, and I'd
probably break something if I jumped into a pile of leaves like I
did
when I was a kid, but when I was little you could still burn leaves
to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.

Thanks for bringing back some good memories,
O J

My brother is in a tree-lined suburb in MD, and he is even more up
to
his hiney in leaves than I am. Their darling one-year-old runs
outside, sits down, and starts stuffing them in his mouth.
Theresa

My kid memories of autumn leaves include huge piles of them raked up
by my father, and me leaping headlong into them. Also the smell of
burning leaves at the curbsides - a lovely smell no matter what the
anti-polluters say.

It still is a lovely smell, no doubt about it, and a damn sight less
polluting than all kinds of other things that go into the air.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

"O J" wrote in message
...
but when I was little you could still burn leaves to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.


And you can't now? Why? Although I prefer to compost them, I could burn
them if I wanted to.

Tweed

"O J" wrote in message
...
but when I was little you could still burn leaves to
dispose of them -- the smell still lingers.


And you can't now? Why? Although I prefer to compost them, I could burn
them if I wanted to.

Tweed