Wednesday, 12 September 2018
Out picking apples to make apple sauce…and look what I found! The same tree had another big puffball, too. I found none under other trees.
Little rollers coming in this afternoon; kinda breezy, but, as I mentioned yesterday, no Florence!
Monday, 10 September 2018
Over in the Refuge, we found this bee. I don’t know much about insect types, but this merged yellow-and-orange striped tinting of this bumble? bee, doesn’t seem familiar.
Also on the wildlife walk, we found rose hips. No rose feet, however. And, no, we didn’t collect any. National property regs, you know.
I don’t think we’ve ever skipped visiting the mouth of Hurricane Creek when we’ve been up that way. We found that the present configuration has a long sand spit channeling the brownish river water to the west before the actual merge with Lake Superior. [No lampreys attached to rocks—that I could see—this time, unlike in July.]
Look at this bright green stone! Seems out of place among the browns and greys! For a moment, I even wondered if it was a plant! Not a plant-plant, but a joke-fake-plant. Skeptical me!
Friday, 7 September 2018
This is new mown not new moon. We did outdoor chores today, which principally meant hacking back vegetation—e.g., grass mowing, weed pulling, shrub trimming.
Some of the sweet peas are still blooming. There’s a house on the way to Newberry that has been abandoned for something like thirty years and no one mows around it—and the peas are still going great guns (much more than here), with a good variety of pinks, even toward pale, pale pink.
Skew the pronunciation of the title’s last word to the Spanish, and it’ll rhyme.
Thursday, 6 September 2018
Ah, autumn flowers…Goo_ing suggests that this is a late purple aster. Looks like an aster. Color can accurately be called purple. And it’s late in the season. So, on the surface, I’ll take “late purple aster…” plus the photos match—heehee.
Sorry to those who are not fans of fluttery creatures. I could not tell what was up with this one (fluttering but “stuck” to the plant)…however, I did manage to get a frame of the wings (reasonably) “in focus,” not an easy task!
Stay warm; it’s getting chilly out!
Tuesday, 4 September 2018
Raininess that began overnight extended through most of the morning; when the dripping stopped I headed over to The Garden, and harvested a few bits courtesy of the Gardener. Treats!
In the afternoon, steaminess descended as it warmed up a bit (a bit more, actually; it was never chilly), and I found a leaf fighting the changing season. And a leaf miner.
Monday, 3 September 2018
We had a ground-fog morning—still, with heavy dew. So, so pretty.
Later, I was out and found this Boletus—breakfast-lunch-and-dinner for a slug. I came by again not five minutes later, and the slug had moved on. Full, I surmised.
This place has been called a farm my whole life, but it hasn’t been a farm of any sort in decades. I supposed the last bit of farming that happened on the property was when the field in the first photo wasn’t full of weeds (the yellow bloomers are goldenrod; some of the yellowish leaves are milkweed—neither are cattle food), and was cut for hay. The last time had to have been in the 70s???
BTW, the most popular Boletus is the edulus species, known as porcini to Italians. Love Boletus—no gills.
Sunday, 2 September 2018
In the fields and open areas, the predominant bloomer during this phase of the season is the goldenrod. Sooooo many times it sports these galls…I forget which insect has deposited the next generation in the stem, and the plant makes the gall around the eggs/whatever.
Yesterday’s wind made beach foam!
I wondered if it left us discombobulated leeches, too…only found two small ones…maybe the cycle of life means mostly/only small ones/new crop…. TMI, I’m guessing.
Sunday, 26 August 2018
Well, now. Confession: having a hard time being a good citizen and keeping up on current events.
So (deep breath; exhale; she says to herself: be positive! c’mon, you can do it!), time to make a grocery list.
Saturday, 25 August 2018
We’re back* to a possible/probable/?? travel destination in…northern Italy, that is, the central and upper Po Basin. Plus. Which makes me think about Genovese basil, that is, “pesto” basil. Because part of the “Plus” is Genoa.
The basil situation: no relationship to these flowers.
* Hmm…brief flirtation with east-of-London, that is: Kent and north, and…well, don’t fret about the geography…we’re not going there (next).
Friday, 24 August 2018
The Guru took Droney up. Look at that gleaming gold dome!
In a closer frame of reference, see the stalking insect! They enjoy flowers, too.
Am I writing for five-year-olds?