I was headed down the driveway when I spotted this monster crossing our lawn. I stopped the car, picked up a weapon (my camera) and went to investigate. Soon I was eye-to-eye with the beast.
I’m not going to mess with this one. Would you?
I retreated. And got a better look.
The turtle left, but perhaps blessed us in passing. A few days later we received two and a half inches of rain and that brown lawn is once again a luscious green.
I saw that turtle in the morning. Later that afternoon. I met a painted turtle on the driveway as I was walking back from the mailbox. Unfortunately, I had no camera with me.
As we are officially in autumn, the birds are beginning to flock together. Perhaps they are getting ready for their annual southward migration. As they pass by, my big antenna seems to be a favorite place to get a bit of rest.
They all came at once. Soon they were all gone.
I enjoyed their visit.
I heard someone say recently, “It was an open and shut case.” That started me thinking about what that means. I suppose it’s a matter of they open the question, the answer is obvious and so the matter is shut (closed).
Later, I was in the flower garden and saw “open and shut” illustrated. I smiled when I saw it. Perhaps you will too.
The rose is open. This late blossom is as beautiful as the first ones, which came in the spring.
This Queen Ann’s lace blossom is shut. (I zoomed in to capture the spider webs that decorate this clump.) Inside that “fist” the seeds are ripening, protected by the surrounding plant.
The call to lunch has just gone out. Time to wrap this up for now.
We’re a couple days past Labor Day. For most Michiganians, That means summer is over. Astronomically speaking, we have a couple of weeks left, but the air is cool and it’s time to wear a jacket when you go outside.
I’ve always liked this time of year. The earth is still warm–though the air is cool and fresh. Since my last post, I celebrated another birthday. Later this week, Sylvia and I will celebrate another anniversary. What’s not to like?
Step out the door, and find Stella’s gold.
If that’s too “gold” for you, let’s add some orange and red.
Now bring in the full orchestra (of colors).
Perhaps this last picture captures the way I feel today. Blue. How can that be with all the motives for joy?
Tonight, we’ll meet with Sylvia’s sibling to celebrate 100th anniversary of her father’s birth. It had been a long tradition to gather to celebrate with him. So we’ll do it on this milestone–even though he won’t be physically present. Also.
Last evening, I learned that my good friend, Cliff, (age 55) has been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I can only pray for him, his wife and two grown children.