Wednesday, 13 November 2019
The overnight cold snap and a day of wind brought down the pecan leaflets to the extent that they made a carpet beneath the trees.
This gingko (and another I found) also lost many leaves, but the branch snapped before the wind really got started.
Full birdbath, yet no ice.
Tuesday, 12 November 2019
Windy today, really quite windy. Makes me nervous, duh. I got out wearing overpants and turtleneck, gloves and wind-blocking ear covering and jacket. Yup.
Obviously, one double-u is the weather (supposed to be well below freezing overnight—brrrrrrrr), and the other is Washington. DC. Which I’m trying to not think too much about—generates stress.
Monday, 11 November 2019
Asters are so autumnal.
Especially aesthetic autumnal.
Warning: change is coming to our weather overnight!
Thursday, 31 October 2019
Hallowed ground: leaves downed by wind/precip. I see sweet gum and tulip poplar donations.
Hallowed flora: mushrooms burgeoning with autumn moisture. Mushrooms always seemed to me to be plants and not-plants, as in not-green plants, and therefore suspect. Bimodal categories are so inflexible.
Wednesday, 30 October 2019
I mostly walked between more-rain, and trudged through the all-day flavor of less-rain.
Slight logo overkill plus fine wax coverage.
Friday, 25 October 2019
Leaves are autumn-ing. Or green.
Seasonal ornament of the skeleton-ghost variety.
Thursday, 10 October 2019
Played tag with the fog, as we did yesterday.
Fog_n_flag.
Bright, but valley-fog persists.
Sky clears, but impediments in the roadway.
Clear view of Vermont’s capitol. You’ve heard of tiny houses. This may qualify as a tiny capitol.
Spent hours with good friends who live far away from our home-base(s), in this house behind three brilliant maples. We had a lovely time together, short yet powerful. 💖 💚 💓 🍀
Wednesday, 9 October 2019
Fog mostly obscures bridges over the St. Lawrence River as we leave the “national” capital. You may think it’s Ottawa, but in this province it’s Québec City.
We escaped the dense fog, but continued to see it in valleys for some time.
Finally: clear and colorful.
Pair of facing wood figures by the tracks in Lac-Mégantic. Lac-Mégantic is where a 74-car train derailed and exploded in July 2013 killing over 45 people and destroying more than 30 downtown buildings. We saw many new buildings and more empty spaces. Land along the tracks remains unbuilt, and is now a park with signs detailing the history, nice plantings, and public art.
Metal art by the tracks in Lac-Mégantic.
We approached Mont Mégantic from the SE. That’s the rim of what looks like a crater, but officials indicate is a monadnock. Reasonable signage in the visitor center. Like much of the signs in the province they are in French only. I take this as great sarcasm (or something) on the part of French Canadians, who made the rest of Canada post bilingual signs and official displays.
View from the “rim” to the east. Those bumps on the horizon are northern outposts of the Appalachians.
Mont Mégantic from the SW. Love the quick transition between the lower deciduous forest and the upper pines.
We crossed an international border. Some slight confusion about why people from Georgia are in this part of the world, but that’s to be expected.
We have been seeing moose signs since soon after we crossed into Canada. Or: moose signage. No moose. Thankfully! [They are huge beasties!]
And, unusually, we’re overnighting in a resort that echos a Mrs. Maisel complex without the entertainment facilities, other than…
…fishing and a dock and boats. You’re on your own to enjoy the fresh air. And the moon!
Monday, 7 October 2019
We woke to rain that looked like it’d linger for most of the day. We conferred over coffee and decided that today was not the day for walking the streets. Instead we called “an inaudible” and drove along the river to the northeast.
We got some long views.
Clearly, the tide was out at the mouth of the Gouffre.
Some agriculture…all the horses I saw may have been draft horses….
We turned around where our next move would have been taking a ferry. You are looking at the mouth of the Saguenay River. This is a gen-you-wine fjord. We’ll have to come back to explore the fjord inland. Note the navigation light far left.
Tide’s still out. Gulls resting on temporary island.
Definitely some clearing. Definitely still clouds.
There’s Q-town on the skyline around the curve of the St. Lawrence River. I think it’s a river here. What I was taught to call the St. Lawrence Seaway I now think of as a firth. But no one calls it that. Doesn’t really matter, however.
We circled around below the centre-ville to continue along the river, that is the St. Lawrence and not the St. Charles to the west. I’d call this lower town…[pause for internet research]…so do the locals.
Nice enough close to the day; we’ll head to centre-ville tomorrow!
Thursday, 3 October 2019
I am proud of my tolerance 😀 for today’s murkiness (never any sunshine). I am glad to hear that the high of 98°F that Atlanta and many other places in the Deep South endured today will be tempered within a week or so.