Some falls there is an abundance of yellow, brown and orange but reds are rare. This year the leaves are brilliant as usual and reds are everywhere.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Autumn Reds 2014
Some falls there is an abundance of yellow, brown and orange but reds are rare. This year the leaves are brilliant as usual and reds are everywhere.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Purple Finches at the Feeder
Their muted rose and tan match the colours of sedums and hydrangeas in the garden, and the weigela leaves turning toward autumn. I'm stuck inside nursing a head cold, but still thrilled to be able to sit and watch the colours changing through watery eyes, between sneezes ... a Monet-like blur.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Be Careful What You Wish For
My neighbor drives me nuts.
He plays his music at an outrageous volume; in winter I can hear it through closed windows and hefty snow banks. In summer, he floods my yard with noise. We have to speak loudly on our own deck to have a conversation.
I cherish music, and wouldn't mind sharing his tastes, if I could hear anything but the bass. He must love bass; it overpowers the words, the melody, everything. I can feel the thumps reverberating in my skull and down my spine.
But, he does have a beautiful yard, and it is a pleasure to walk by his gardens.
I complained to a friend about the pounding sound pollution and voiced the wish that he would move. She cautioned me to be careful what I wished for. And she was correct.
The neighbor sold his home and there are new folks living in the noisy house with the gorgeous yard. All is quiet now, feels peaceful, except for last week. The new neighbor went out to his yard with some friends and together they began ripping at his trees with a hand saw and trimmers.
What a heartache to watch him cut down a saucer magnolia. Does he know how challenging they are to grow in our climate zone? Does he know how inspiring it is to see a twenty-foot tree full of pink and cream blossoms; blossoms shaped like cups and saucers pouring out spring?
Of course, all of this is none of my business. I know that. A neighborhood is really a village of people who need to respect and tolerate each other, so I will, and I do.
Still, how can anyone cut down a tree so lovely? I don't understand.
And, I must be more careful what I wish for.
He plays his music at an outrageous volume; in winter I can hear it through closed windows and hefty snow banks. In summer, he floods my yard with noise. We have to speak loudly on our own deck to have a conversation.
I cherish music, and wouldn't mind sharing his tastes, if I could hear anything but the bass. He must love bass; it overpowers the words, the melody, everything. I can feel the thumps reverberating in my skull and down my spine.
But, he does have a beautiful yard, and it is a pleasure to walk by his gardens.
I complained to a friend about the pounding sound pollution and voiced the wish that he would move. She cautioned me to be careful what I wished for. And she was correct.
The neighbor sold his home and there are new folks living in the noisy house with the gorgeous yard. All is quiet now, feels peaceful, except for last week. The new neighbor went out to his yard with some friends and together they began ripping at his trees with a hand saw and trimmers.
Of course, all of this is none of my business. I know that. A neighborhood is really a village of people who need to respect and tolerate each other, so I will, and I do.
Still, how can anyone cut down a tree so lovely? I don't understand.
And, I must be more careful what I wish for.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Golden Garden Spider
Legs, mostly black turn red near her egg-shaped body, golden yellow markings on her shiny black back, carapace covered in short, silvery hairs ... she holds herself motionless. It is impossible to stop looking at her one-inch body and elegant legs.
Soon, she climbs a strand of light, returns to her web under the leafy shadows.
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