Our first hoary frost lay over everything--the stroller, railings, car, trees--zapped the zinnias, but melted quickly to give way to a perfect autumn day. Beatrix's favorite new thing: chasing squirrels in the park. One threw down nuts at us today as we waited for Martin. My mother has always had a particular knack with squirrels--one at the Episcopal Church in Maryland chatted regularly with her.
Are there squirrels in Thailand? I won't list what I'm missing by NOT being in Bangkok. Martin cooked Thai noodles tonight, so it's almost as if we're there. Hmm.
Zippitydodah! Hoorah for yellow and red! And for Thai noodles!
