My November Reads


The leaves are falling, and my neighborhood raccoons are feasting. Because of the cold, late spring, we didn’t get many apples or pears this year, and the fig tree outside our bedroom window set fruit late. So late, in fact, that most of the fruit didn’t mature. It’s no good to us, but the raccoons love it. They show up to the feast at about 2 am, activating our motion sensor light and waking us up. It didn’t take them long to strip the tree, but that didn’t seem to matter. Our yard is now a preferred stop on their middle-of-the-night rambles. We’re contemplating disconnecting our motion sensor light. In the meantime, there’s always a book beside the bed if we’re woken up. Here’s what I’m reading this month:

We Are the Light by Matthew Quick

Grow Now by Emily Murphy

The Sugar Thief by Nancy Mauro

Books read to date in 2022: 74

2 thoughts on “My November Reads

  1. We used to live in a house that had grapes growing on a trellis outside the bedroom window. Raccoons regularly work us up in the middle of the night. I got so I kept a jug of water by the window and would get up and pour it all over them. They would scramble off, but always came back the next night until the grapes were gone!

    1. Debra, Barry got up the ladder yesterday and stripped every last baby fig off the tree . . . he probably pulled several hundred (nearly a wheelbarrow full!). We hope that does the trick and sends our hungry raccoons elsewhere!

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