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High Holy Days
A lovely early autumn day. Last night, the fading light set the field aglow. The woodbine climbs a maple and flames the trunk red. The goldenrods in all their diversity spread a rich yellow along the edges of field and beaches. Looking about, the world teems blossoms, as summer’s fierce abundance slowly dwindles. I’ve been…
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“Not All That is Imperilled”
“Not all that is imperilled is lost.” JRR Tolkien Its afternoon on a Wednesday, a mid-week day that for whatever reason seems as though it should be Thursday. That has been so all week, so I wonder how tomorrow will feel when it is actually Thursday. Here in New England the drought drags on, with…
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Road Block!
We had a passing shower late yesterday afternoon and another over night. Still, Jennie was out early this morning watering our very stressed young lilac. Here in New England drought conditions run from simply dry to extreme drought. The distance of a few miles can mean the difference between parched soil and almost normal growing…
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The Day After
Earlier I went out for a stroll in my disability scooter. The sky was a dramartic blend of Mediterranean blue and cloud. Now overcast has spread across the sky, and the breeze moves the tree branches slowly from side to side. Ever so slowly the chlorophyl drains away, and the foliage shows more red and…
