The days have been growing much shorter and one needs to search for the few sun puddles that still remain, before the light disappears behind the trees.
Dad always leaves the sliding door a bit open so that I can go out onto the balcony where I can then view the entire backyard for any intruder. It is also the place I feel the safest when dad is busy inside the house and I just want some fresh air.
This afternoon there were only a few scrub jays among the manzanita trees making all kinds of noise, while only a handful of smaller birds came to the bird feeders for their dinner before searching for a spot to sleep for the night.
Whenever a leaf parted from a tree and tumbled towards the ground I became startled, then looking from where the sound came to make sure it was not a cat entering into my territory. Even when there is a sharp gust of wind the tree then bursts into a rustling crescendo that always seems to have me spooked.
Today with our first participation we joined the weekly event of the Society of Feline Gardeners and are looking forward to many more posts as I love joining dad or mum when they are in the garden.