pfizer viagra buy online in india The leaves are really falling off the trees now. Every time my Mom and I go for a walk I get hit on the head with a few. I have to tell you that I love this time of year. When I am outside, I stick my nose deep into all the fluffy leaves to smell the ground below and the aroma of the leaves, the grass and the dirt is outstanding! Some leaves are red, some are brown but all are pretty crunchy under my feet as I walk. I got so caught up in investigating all the smells yesterday that I actually walked right into a mailbox pole and bounced off! My Mom leaned down to rub my head and kiss me but it didn’t actually hurt. What do you say? Do you want to jump in the leaves with me?
It’s the season of the pumpkin!
On Sunday my parents brought home one big and a one small pumpkin and placed it on our front steps. They said “Happy Halloween!” and picked me up and danced me around the living room all excited. I asked my parents, “Why bring home a pumpkin, don’t you know they pose a security threat? A squirrel could easily hide behind it.” My Mom said, “Come on Bailey, get in the spirit of the season!” Then she added, “Don’t be such a scaredy cat.” (She knows I hate to be called a cat…)
What I want to know is, why does the pumpkin represent the fall season? Well, my Mom began to tell me the history of the pumpkin. Did you know that the word “pumpkin” is derived from the word “pepon”, which is Greek for “large melon”? I sure didn’t. Also, the pumpkin is part of the squash family. Pumpkins are edible and high in vitamin A. Many years ago, large turnips were carved with scary faces and candles were placed inside them to both light the way for travelers and to keep spirits away from homes. This tradition marked the passage of summer into the dark nights of fall.
Carving pumpkins became popular and now on Halloween, pumpkins are carved into jack-o-lanterns:
I don’t know about you, but they look scary to me….
It’s 4:30 in the afternoon in early October and it is starting to get dark outside. It feels so much cooler at this time of the day. I notice that the ground is crisp beneath my feet, not as soft as it was in summer, as I set my paws to the ground outside my front door. I let the early evening wind brush through my ears and along my face and through my beard. Ah, I love the wind on my face!
Tonight my Mom and I go for a walk just before dark and I see squirrels scurrying all around me grabbing acorns off the ground and running away. This gets me thinking. “Mom”, I say, “where do squirrels live in the winter?” My Mom starts to tell me about how squirrels nest. In the summer, they may make homes out of leaves in the trees, just above the ground, sometimes a little higher up. They eat a lot more in the summer so they can weigh more before winter comes. In the summer they can eat plenty of nuts, leaves and vegetables. My Mom says that squirrels do not like to eat onions, pepper or garlic, that is why some people spray pepper and garlic on their vegetable gardens so squirrels do not help themselves to a feast during the summer months.
Then, in the fall, squirrels run around collecting acorns, birdseed, grass, roots and leaves to store for winter. They will bury their food in a couple of different places, sometimes forgetting where their “stash” is. During the colder months, squirrels build their homes in tree trunks where they can stay warm.
We walk around the block until it turns dark and my Mom turns on her flashlight. We walk home in silence as Mom enjoys the night air and I consider the plight of the squirrel in winter. I am happy that I have a warm house to go into and that my parents make sure they have a good supply of Blue Buffalo on hand. I hope the squirrels are finding a lot of comfy tree trunks to call home for the winter.
Suddenly, we hear a noise. I tell my Mom, “Watch out!” She shines her flashlight on the tree in front of us:
That is so not funny……