10-8-06 VERMONT: Bye-bye Yanks. Bye-bye Dodgers. See ya next year. The Mets have recovered from their recent doldrums. I guess that good pitching still beats good hitting, but there seems to be no good pitching left. Maybe Barry Zito, we’ll see.
I climbed Gile Mountain, a fifteen minute climb, and had the fire tower to myself for about a half hour on a sunny day. The color was great. On the way down I must have passed a dozen people on the way up. Timing is everything.
Yesterday I started taking the garden down for the winter. I pulled all the border guards, the plant supports, the beetle traps and the electric fence around the veggies and the tomato cages. It took all day. Maybe there are too many beds. More to do today.
Now that all the horses and oxen are out of the pasture the dogs have taken over again. With the full moon, crazy Sam spent hours last night in the pasture barking in her stacatto contralto communicating with other canines in the greater neighborhood. Chloe helped with some of the nocturnal barking job, but most of her energies go into chasing, and barking, she can do both at the same time, at airplane contrails as they pass by far overhead. After breakfast, both of them have been sleeping all morning.
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