A picture perfect late summer, early September day. Shadows getting longer. Sun is warm but breeze less so. Leaves are turning. …
gourdzilla!
Who knew? My little golden crookneck squash–how I love their name, every time I say it can’t help but tilt my head, just so–if left unattended on the vine (they are best harvested by 3 or 4 inches, as pictured…) grow into way too large, inedible but probably decorative, gnarly orange gourds!! Yet still with the charming, lilting crookneck. …
in the garden: thrivers and survivors
The herbs could not be happier. The sage especially, it is a small forest out there. And the nasturtiums, I have had to keep cutting them back mercilessly yet they still want to take over! Wild thangs.
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my father’s shoes
A few weeks ago Dad moved from his assisted living apartment, one building over to skilled nursing care. Had two good years in the apartment, after 38 years in the house the last two of us grew up in….
in the garden: agony and ecstasy
Oh, blight. It has raised its dreaded hoary head….
life buoys
Had a day Thursday where just getting through would have been success….
at the end of the rainbow
bats aplenty
Actually did not think I’d have more bat news this soon. But in a reply to a message I’d left in the morning with the national white-nose syndrome coordinator based in Hadley, MA, by afternoon I’d received a great comprehensive reply from a wildlife biologist at the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation. …
bats in the belfry and a kitchen fly through
I had a batly visit a few evenings ago. The dogs had been fed and were out; for a few brief moments all was calm on the home front. …
Autumn Smoke
That was her full name, tiny ball of six-or seven-week old, gray-apricot, half-Persian kitten, christened by my mother one late September afternoon in 1995. …
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