Fall gone by

Seeds litter my couch between torn cardboard. For a moment I am puzzled, was there a pumpkin somewhere I didn't realize? Was something other than a dog bone in the box? And then it connects, my gourd--could he have devoured my gourd? I peek in the kitchen. It is gone from the window will. "How could you, when did you even find TIME to eat that??" I ask incredulously. 

I sigh.

"That was my only fall thing you know."

Conversations I make up with my dog

Me: "I love your cute little pink nose."
Orion: "I have a winter pink nose like you have your winter face... my black nose goes and your freckles disappear."
I kiss his nose.