All Saints Day in Billings MT

We survived All Hallows Eve by hunkering down in our basement, ignoring the few rings of the doorbell that we heard, watching Gone Baby Gone, a very thoughtful look at Right and Wrong despite the limited and foul language of most of the players, delivered in the loveliest of Boston accents; and drinking some very nice Chardonnay from southeastern Washington (the state that is; there is no room for grapes in DC, it is filled with former "community organizers.") If the characters in the movie are really representative of Boston then it is easier to see how the city and state become one party places.


That is our chokecherry just outside the front porch to the left with the aspens a little less bare just behind and the junipers behind them, pretending to be ever green.





Nature's cleaner-uppers (Arbortech) of early Fall snowstorms have come and gone. Now our backyard catalpa will start over again the slow process of building its limbs and leaves after it rests up over the winter. Watch this space.



That is our resident fat reddish-brown squirrel here at 3033 Ramada Drive to the right. He or she has been driven up the tree by the relentless pursuit of Maggie the Squirrel Chaser. See below.

We only see the one squirrel and we think it is the same one, so how do they reproduce? Go to other neighborhoods? Visiting stud service? Or what?

Sorry about the positioning of these two pictures. Maggie the Dog below really was paying attention to the fat reddish-brown squirrel trying to hide at the top of our apple tree right.