Late October--leaf maze season

[asakiyume]

I'm happy to report that both a squirrel and our cat, on separate occasions, more or less honored the walls of the maze and walked along the path. The squirrel was stopping periodically to check the leaf pile and a couple of times used its little squirrel hands to pat the leaves back in place, like squirrels do with the ground after they've buried a nut.

Making the maze


The sacred marshmallow-roasting altar


Done!


Completely unrelated, the song I'm listening to right now, "Mira," has the line

La vida es un pañuelo y que se abre lento

I didn't know "pañuelo," so I looked it up, and it means "handkerchief." How beautiful: "Life is a handkerchief and it opens up slowly." A handkerchief world, a handkerchief life.

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[st_martin_a]

That's interesting.
I started because classes were offered to staff at my school. My brother speaks five languages and it impressed me seeing him switch from English into something else. I tried French for six months but really struggled with the pronunciation. Then I switched to Spanish. I love the sound of Spanish (la musica).
I used to go every Thursday night to a Spanish group held in a pub in my town. We got between 5 and 30 people there. 50/50 Spanish and English.
There are also 3 families from Venezuela at my church and I've become good friends with them.
It's funny because I feel more confident speaking than listening and I think it's because I'm more used to speaking than hearing it.
I used to practice every day in my car on the way to and from work.
: )