On Monday, walking past the dining room windows, I saw what looked like something flapping in the breeze. It was in the neighbor’s soy-bean field. I picked up the binoculars (a few steps away) and saw a doe grazing on the bean leaves as she lay in there in the field (about 125 yards away).
A quick trip to the office and I returned camera in hand. Opened the window and waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. Retrieved the tripod, attached the camera and zeroed in on where I last saw the deer. No luck.
On to the next project. Sylvia and I lead a small group on Tuesday evenings. We both sat by the windows as we wrapped up our preparations. We were talking, comparing our ideas and setting up our lesson plan when a young phoebe landed on the deck railing just outside an open window.
We were amazed that this young flycatcher sat there with a fly in her bill while we talked to each other. As we watched, she crunched and then ate the fly before flying off to catch another.
We had wrapped up our lesson prep and plan and I started to put things away. Through the window, clearly visible was the doe once again chewing on bean leaves.
She chewed away in front of her and beside her.
Something caught her attention (our chatter?) and she froze in place, listening carefully.
Sylvia and I watched for a while and then went about our other activities. She continued her feast. What a beautiful day.
The Saturday night NASCAR race at Bristol was rain delayed until Sunday afternoon. It was looking good for my favorite driver. Then the picture changed.
At times we can be careless and even reckless in our choice of words. That point was driven home to me on Saturday.
I was walking by the kitchen where Sylvia was at the counter preparing a meal. She said, “I’m making poppers, do you want me to leave seeds in your jalapeños?”
Being a bit distracted, I responded, “What ever.” Thus far, our peppers haven’t been that hot. Sometimes I like a bit more fire. How was I to know that the potency had increased? I probably should have been a bit more careful in my choice of words.
Later at the table, Sylvia carefully selected three for me and took the other three for herself. She took the first bite and observed that hers was a bit more spicy than usual.
On the first bite, I realized she was correct. On the second bite, I retrieved a tissue as my sinuses began to clear. (This has been a bad year for allergies and they’ve had me congested all summer. Clearing the sinuses means welcome relief.)
As I was finishing the first popper, two more tissues joined the first one. Soon, I reported, “One down two to go.” Sylvia smiled at me.
After the third popper was gone, I discarded three tissues. My sinuses were clear and it was easy to breathe through the nose.
Now it’s Monday afternoon and my sinuses are still clear. That’s a good thing. #ReadyForMore
Sylvia harvested beets the other day. This one was a bit larger than the others.
The beets are now in the oven. Once they are baked, we’ll have some fresh beets and will probably can the rest of them. We had beet greens with last evening’s meal.
We have fresh garden veggies each day. Lots of tomatoes are included in each day’s harvest. Fortunately, the zucchini has slowed its production.
The year of the garden continues.
The year of the garden continues . . . The crops have been super abundant this year. We are enjoying tomatoes.
We are also enjoying onions. They are quite large this year.
Tomatoes and onions go well with jalapeños. And together they are the major ingredients in salsa. (We harvested the garlic some weeks ago.)
Of course when you stuff them, wrap them in bacon and bake them, they make delicious poppers. The peppers have particularly nice flavor this year.
With fall coming on, we are looking forward to our butternut squash. We are particularly fond of these, and we have plenty.
The squash went crazy and ended up filling about half the garden. This is only one corner of the plot.
Sylvia has some softball size beets and how do you take a picture of potatoes? We’ll only find out later how good they are. Okay, I’m tempted to burrow with my hands and get one now.
Some life lessons are best remembered when learned through a trial-and-error process. That also seems to be the story of my life.
Or as Maxwell Smart said, “Missed it by that much.” He also said, “Sorry about that, Chief.”
I’ve been blogging for eight and a half years. During that time, I have discovered that there are four steps to a blog post.
- You gather your resources (photos, ideas, etc.) and compose your post.
- You proofread your post.
- You publish your post.
- You discover an error (or errors) in that post.
Has this ever happened to you? Perhaps I should have stayed in shcool?
I am bewildered–unable to identify the birds that feed on bugs in our lawn. They look like this.
They come down in large flocks to feed on the ground. They move around in erratic patterns, sometimes running and sometimes leaping into the air to snatch a bug on the wing. Here another image that was taken in full sun.
Do you have any idea what these birds might be?
As the sun set last evening I stood on the front deck with camera in hand. It was one of those “perfect” moments. The sun was going down in a glorious way. The air was pleasantly refreshing with just the slightest hint of a breeze. Then I heard a cardinal calling. I looked back over my right shoulder and saw him sitting high on my tower.
I looked back toward the west and then I heard a second cardinal calling–this time from my left. This one was farther away. I was enjoying the enchantment of the unfolding scene.
Then I spotted a fawn running on the hay field just beyond our lawn. Soon I saw the doe, but only one fawn. Where was the sibling? As I watched mom grazing and the young one playing, it became obvious this was not the doe with the twin fawns.
A few minutes later, mom and the twins came out as they frequently do around sunset. That was the first time I’ve seen the two does and three fawns together. It gives me pleasure to watch those fawns play just for the pure joy and exultation of running, turning and leaping. (Wouldn’t it be nice to do that again?)
I found myself wishing that our granddaughter was there to share in the moment. I came back in the house, took my camera to the office and sat down at the computer. There was an e-mail from Briana. That made my day complete.
Sylvia harvested beets. I found them on the kitchen table.
That is a quarter in the bottom center. Like most of this year’s garden plants, we are seeing the best harvest ever.
That big? Really? No, not really. It’s called parallax. That beet was three and a half inches diameter. I say “was” because now it has been eaten. Yes, it was yummy with a touch of butter, salt & pepper. #ReadyForMore
Jalapeño poppers for lunch today. I’m ready.
I was looking through my photo archive this morning when I found a picture of our now departed kitty, Midnight. He looks so comfortable.
Then I realized it’s more that comfort. His philosophy seemed to be why expend energy when you don’t have to do that.
That’s why I should have nominated Midnight to be the official mascot of the energy conservation movement. What do you think of that?