Little to say
Sunday, 15 September 2019
Morning rain…
…became afternoon sunshine.
Summary: lazy SUNday.
Musings
Sun did come out
Thursday, 12 September 2019
We haven’t stopped at Seney’s Boot Hill in years, so we did today. It was buffed up perhaps fifteen years ago, but nothing since, so it’s entering another genteel decline. Strange plastic items survive better than most of the wood.
We went on to the refuge, and it’s mushroom season…mushrooms and swans. And the usual marsh critters and plants.
Parent trumpeter swan in front of perhaps three-quarter grown swan/cygnet—when do the youths become swans?
I’m speculating: giant aphids?
Not sure what nibbled this mushroom down to the gills—I know turtles like them….
Speaking of turtles…painted turtle?
Wait five minutes
Tuesday, 10 September 2019
Blushing cauliflower.
Giant zucchini blossom.
Rain last night. Heavy overcast and surprisingly warm all day, but not raining. Rain has returned ushering in an early dusk.
Late summer
Monday, 9 September 2019
Lake had some waves this afternoon, but they weren’t pounding in, so the sand beach is preserved.
Here’s a late bloomer. I think I saw one other pea blossom on the property (not a thorough search, however), and that’s it. Goldenrod in background.
Queen Anne’s lace aka wild carrot, with ant friend.
Puffball posing. About half this size two days ago. How big will it get?
Goldenrod season
Saturday, 7 September 2019
Many swamp-ponds in these parts, but not all sport cattails and goldenrod borders. Helmer isn’t technically a village any longer, but this pond is mighty pretty this time of year.
Garden sunflower, a delicate specimen, not a giant one. Heart of the bloom looks rather murky (under zoom-magnification (in original)), although I need to check it more closely. Wondering if all this rain has affected the flower and it will never open?
Low this morning on the porch. Nice day!
Story gems
Friday, 30 August 2019
I confused a passing runner as I got out of his way and stopped, so I could return to take this photo. But he was long gone by that time and didn’t know my maneuver was mostly to take a photo and not because he’d surprised me. [There’s a short story in this.]
There’ve been plant photos, but no flower pictures since the 17th. I’d say it’s time. [Not really a story.]
Proposed story moment: interrupted hobo bath. Cleaning on two fronts—water fountain and chemical—both in a limited way.
Happy plants
Tuesday, 27 August 2019
It’s rather like the rainy season arrived today. Rain in the wee hours, then periodically during light-time. I got out early and it was cool (for here, for now, for lately), but geeze the air was full of wateriness.
MEANWHILE, we watch that tropical storm down in the Caribbean and see what spaghetti-thread it follows….
Resting on laurels
Saturday, 17 August 2019
I’m pretty sure I had a half-dozen clever ideas to blather about, but, now that the keyboard is beneath my fingers, pfft.
So, the mundane. In the early morning low humidity, I actually got out for a push-push walk, prior to the arrival of the sun and sweatiness.
Title drips sarcasm? Drip, drip.
Oregano pollen
Wednesday, 14 August 2019
The August heat has created huge bloom spikes on our oregano, enjoyed this afternoon by a busy bumblebee.
Sounds (something) like a poem!
The everyday
Friday, 9 August 2019
Marigolds and petunias, pure everyday.
Figleaf crop. Everyday leaves.