End of September, Beginning of Something New

This time of year is especially full of yearning: yearning for freshness, yearning for rain.  Walking to work today (the first time in a long time), I felt how parched the trees along my way were, how stalwart withering so many leaves.  The plums are almost black, they turn this darkest mauve before they lose their leaves.  The junipers are all aberry, fragrantly speckled with little blue balls.  Blue balls - haha.  The earth must have it now, waiting for the rain.  I crossed Miller Creek and it was still, motionless, today, a day for tossing crumbs of yesteryear upon the moving waters, no moving water was to be found, just stagnant pools trimmed with greenest baby's tears.  At work today a report of an entire family of mountain lions down by the creek: momma, big daddy and a couple of cubs.  We locked all the doors and there was no "creek study" today.  I wondered if the mountains lions would find any coyote cubs. 

Speaking of cubs, I have a sick cub.  My baby was diagnosed with H. pylori last week and has been taking heavy duty antibiotics.  He feels awful and seems to have a fever today.  He's been missing a lot of school.  I'm worried about him.