70 bar falls 29.98 0mph S dew-point 58 sunrise 6:57 set 7:17
Waning Gibbous Harvest Moon rise 8:32 set 11:01
On Thursday nights I watch Supernatural on the CW. My lifelong fascination with gothic tales, especially ones involving demons makes this irresistible to me, even more so than Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which I also enjoy. I mention it here because it took a very interesting twist tonight. An angel appeared. This is not at all like touched by an angel, this is more like grabbed by an angel. Anyhow, the entry into the program of the divine element in the supernatural separates Supernatural from everything that’s gone before on TV. At least as far I can recall. Should be interesting.
When I went out on the deck tonight, the smell of the dead trees was everywhere. It’s not an unpleasant smell. Sort of a green tobacco drying odor. When it hit my nose though, I rethought my earlier comments. About not missing the trees. It feels important to me to do a ritual on Saturday, before we chip them. They lived with us and we with them for 14 years. They never asked anything of us and in return offered shade, their presence. Their passing should not go unnoticed.