waxing moon
The moon is sailing up across the sky, a waxing moon.
It has been a lovely, warm day. A little work in the garden, cleaning out and refilling the hummingbird feeders, a snooze, some reading of very interesting bloggers, some work on preparations for soapmaking classes I hope to offer this fall...
Tomatoes are ripening in the garden, as well as summer squash, beans galore, and onions...
Supper tonight was a layered salad, a modified version of taco salad: taco chips, a little left-over multi-bean salad, grated cheddar cheese, fresh greens from the garden (mizuna mustard, and baby cos or romaine lettuce), chopped fresh cherry tomatoes and yellow pear tomatoes. Not much else needed.
It cooled off dramatically once the sun went down. The sunset didn't quite compare to the sunset of last night. Last night's afterglow lasted forever!
Our porcupine saga continues. This morning's walk to the mail met a porcupine in the middle of the drive on the return from the mailbox! Tasha made a wide detour, not even trying a little sniff! Molly, left behind tied to an apple tree to keep her from chasing cars, didn't get a chance to meet this porker. Misty, no doubt, was already aware of it, but following her nose, dashing about in her mystical circular explorations of more interesting and less dangerous life in the fields on either side of the drive.
There was a clump of blackish, greyish fur? hair? in one of the fields by the drive this morning. I was curious. What creature lost it and how?
Walking past a field of clover, the air was so heavy with the perfume it made me deliriously happy, drunk with perfume! It reminds me, I should gather some red clover to dry for tea soon!
I came across another Ontario blogger . His lovely descriptions of his father's ability to read nature as he walks through the woods had me marvelling at a language and ability that I fear will soon disappear.
Yarn Harlot's escapades on her book-tour have had me in stitches! I didn't realize I was going to make a pun, honestly!
Keri Smith , commented in "whirling dervish", about her tendency to avoid unpleasant and fearful things. This really struck a chord with me as well. I have recently been struggling not to avoid things anymore, particularly the things that frighten me. I have been discovering, as T. Harv Ecker says, most of the things I believe are frightening, most of the things I believe are unpleasant...are NOT! I made it all up. Most things are essentially neutral and only have meaning (frightening, unpleasant, dangerous, difficult) because I have given them that meaning!
Books I will soon have to return to the library: The Salad Lover's Garden, by Sam Bittman, The Natural Habitat Garden, by Ken Druse, and The Natural Shade Garden, also by Ken Druse. Really enjoying these. Also enjoying the August issue of Taunton's Fine Gardening magazine. In it an article, among other interesting bits, by Sharon Lovejoy, on simple pest and disease remedies from your pantry and medicine cabinet. And an interesting book I picked up at a drug store!:
100 Easy-to-Grow Native Plants for Canadian Gardens, updated, by Lorraine Johnson. Hard to choose between that and her other books, The New Ontario Naturalized Garden, and Grow Wild! Ah, life is hard!
All the fallen apples have me wondering if we will see bears. Ann did see a bear last summer in the raspberry patch. The raspberries are long gone. The heavy, sweet-sour smell of apples rotting under the trees are certainly a lure for wasps. Some of the apples have been chewed (?by raccoons in the night? by deer?). We eat some. The soft yellow apples from the tree closest to the back patio are not bad! We rake up a wheelbarrow-full every couple of days and take it to the compost pile. We couldn't possible use all the apple sauce or cider that would be possible from all these apples. I just marvel at no bear sightings!
A couple of nights ago, the raccoons decided to have a real hillbilly of a family feud. About 3 o'clock in the morning the ruccus started, chittering, bickering.... The noise woke our dogs, who started barking. I went downstairs to see if I could see anything (too dark). The neighborhood dogs joined in with the barking. Then, it was a serial signal-barking-thing, across the fields, from the other side of the woods, even from somewhere in "millionaire row" by the lake, back and forth for a while...Bark, bark, bark....bark, bark, bark...woof, woof...bark, bark, bark (you get the idea!)
As we ate our supper, Ann and I wondered if omnivorous Molly has taken to eating corn on the cob, or if the husks strewn about the yard were left by litterbug raccoons raiding the neighboring cornfields?
It has been a lovely, warm day. A little work in the garden, cleaning out and refilling the hummingbird feeders, a snooze, some reading of very interesting bloggers, some work on preparations for soapmaking classes I hope to offer this fall...
Tomatoes are ripening in the garden, as well as summer squash, beans galore, and onions...
Supper tonight was a layered salad, a modified version of taco salad: taco chips, a little left-over multi-bean salad, grated cheddar cheese, fresh greens from the garden (mizuna mustard, and baby cos or romaine lettuce), chopped fresh cherry tomatoes and yellow pear tomatoes. Not much else needed.
It cooled off dramatically once the sun went down. The sunset didn't quite compare to the sunset of last night. Last night's afterglow lasted forever!
Our porcupine saga continues. This morning's walk to the mail met a porcupine in the middle of the drive on the return from the mailbox! Tasha made a wide detour, not even trying a little sniff! Molly, left behind tied to an apple tree to keep her from chasing cars, didn't get a chance to meet this porker. Misty, no doubt, was already aware of it, but following her nose, dashing about in her mystical circular explorations of more interesting and less dangerous life in the fields on either side of the drive.
There was a clump of blackish, greyish fur? hair? in one of the fields by the drive this morning. I was curious. What creature lost it and how?
Walking past a field of clover, the air was so heavy with the perfume it made me deliriously happy, drunk with perfume! It reminds me, I should gather some red clover to dry for tea soon!
I came across another Ontario blogger . His lovely descriptions of his father's ability to read nature as he walks through the woods had me marvelling at a language and ability that I fear will soon disappear.
Yarn Harlot's escapades on her book-tour have had me in stitches! I didn't realize I was going to make a pun, honestly!
Keri Smith , commented in "whirling dervish", about her tendency to avoid unpleasant and fearful things. This really struck a chord with me as well. I have recently been struggling not to avoid things anymore, particularly the things that frighten me. I have been discovering, as T. Harv Ecker says, most of the things I believe are frightening, most of the things I believe are unpleasant...are NOT! I made it all up. Most things are essentially neutral and only have meaning (frightening, unpleasant, dangerous, difficult) because I have given them that meaning!
Books I will soon have to return to the library: The Salad Lover's Garden, by Sam Bittman, The Natural Habitat Garden, by Ken Druse, and The Natural Shade Garden, also by Ken Druse. Really enjoying these. Also enjoying the August issue of Taunton's Fine Gardening magazine. In it an article, among other interesting bits, by Sharon Lovejoy, on simple pest and disease remedies from your pantry and medicine cabinet. And an interesting book I picked up at a drug store!:
100 Easy-to-Grow Native Plants for Canadian Gardens, updated, by Lorraine Johnson. Hard to choose between that and her other books, The New Ontario Naturalized Garden, and Grow Wild! Ah, life is hard!
All the fallen apples have me wondering if we will see bears. Ann did see a bear last summer in the raspberry patch. The raspberries are long gone. The heavy, sweet-sour smell of apples rotting under the trees are certainly a lure for wasps. Some of the apples have been chewed (?by raccoons in the night? by deer?). We eat some. The soft yellow apples from the tree closest to the back patio are not bad! We rake up a wheelbarrow-full every couple of days and take it to the compost pile. We couldn't possible use all the apple sauce or cider that would be possible from all these apples. I just marvel at no bear sightings!
A couple of nights ago, the raccoons decided to have a real hillbilly of a family feud. About 3 o'clock in the morning the ruccus started, chittering, bickering.... The noise woke our dogs, who started barking. I went downstairs to see if I could see anything (too dark). The neighborhood dogs joined in with the barking. Then, it was a serial signal-barking-thing, across the fields, from the other side of the woods, even from somewhere in "millionaire row" by the lake, back and forth for a while...Bark, bark, bark....bark, bark, bark...woof, woof...bark, bark, bark (you get the idea!)
As we ate our supper, Ann and I wondered if omnivorous Molly has taken to eating corn on the cob, or if the husks strewn about the yard were left by litterbug raccoons raiding the neighboring cornfields?
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