Saturday, September 23, 2017


The first full day of Autumn and morning mists came calling.
The grass is wet with a heavy dew, taking most of the afternoon before it is dry to the touch.
Down on main street, shopkeepers display their pumpkins and Autumn fayre.
Orange and yellows are now the colors of the season.


Thursday, September 21, 2017

Goodbye Sweet Summer

" When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. "
~Sarah Helen Power Whitman


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Seasons of Mists and Mello Fruitfulness

There is a subtle change in the air.
Cool mist-filled mornings, and daytime temperatures are seasonably pleasant.
Trees are slowly changing from greens to oranges and browns,  Autumn is unmistakably around the corner.

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells."

~ John Keats

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Seasons Changing

Over the last couple of days, the remains of hurricane Irma has taken away our sunshine.
The dark clouds linger overhead, making for dark and dreary days. 
If I didn't know the difference I would think we were in the depths of winter, even the house has taken on a different hue.
The days are noticeably shorter,  dark by 7:15pm now, the wild turkeys lead their flocks to the nightly roost late afternoon, and the last of the hummingbirds are leaving for their winter homes.
Orange pumpkins and Chrysanthemums are replacing summer blooms, now fading fast.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

The Calm Before The Storm

It is hard to imagine on a gloriously calm day like today, there is a monster lurking in the ocean, just waiting to pounce.
My heart goes out to all the people affected, by Harvey,  and now Irma lashing her way towards the state of Florida and beyond.
Thinking of flowers, and gardens, and winsome delights at this time seems somewhat paltry and inconsequential.
If you are in the hurricane's path, please adhere to the warnings, evacuate if you are able.
I'll be keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.
God Bless.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Seeing Spots

If you are a frequent visitor to my blog, undoubtedly you know we share our property with White-tailed deer.
Several years ago I counted a herd of forty, regularly co-existing on our little green space, happily munching away on anything they set their mind to.
Nowadays the numbers are more like seven, three of which are new fawns, a set of twins, and one other.
They visit daily, and live in the surrounding bush and woods, drinking from the birdbaths, and have become quite tame.
I've moaned and carried on about the flowers they eat willy-nilly, but I can't help but smile each time they appear.

Monday, September 4, 2017

Summer's Last Smile

The last of the Summer flowers are giving us one final show.
The temperatures fell into the fifties last night.
Sweater-grabbing crisp air, the likes of which has not been seen since early Spring.
We're enjoying a day of quiet time , wishing you the same, on this last long holiday of summer.





Sunday, September 3, 2017

A Sunday Indulgence

Enjoying a taste of the last Summer strawberries.
I'm freezing the remainder, to indulge in, on a cold Winter's day.
Topped with a dollop of clotted cream, or maybe use them to make a  lovely batch of strawberry scones.
Accompanied by a nice pot of tea.

Friday, September 1, 2017



"September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours,
But in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.
The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath,
And their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds,
Now silent or departed."-
~ September Days : Rowland E. Robinson, Vermont

Wednesday, August 30, 2017


Oliver sits beside me when I spend time on the computer.
I'm sure he wonders what could possibly be the attraction.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Through The Garden Gate

Rain today.
It makes for happy flowers

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Weaving Their Way

The Morning Glory vines are weaving their tendrils along the garden fence.
It takes an entire season before the flowers bloom, and then for one single day, they shine.


Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Autumn's Calling

Despite sultry August days, subtle signs of changing seasons are all around.
Summer days are noticeably shorter. There is a cooler rush to the evening air.
Down on  main street the shopkeepers are displaying their Autumn flowers, and the feel of changing seasons is afoot.
The Summer's Gold Lantana blooms heartily,  as if it knows Summer's loveliest smile, is fleeting.


Sunday, August 20, 2017


We are set to watch the Great American Total Solar Eclipse tomorrow.
The skies will darken all the way from Oregon to South Carolina.
The path travels across our county, and for a whole two minutes and thirty seven
seconds, we will find ourselves in darkness in the middle of the day.
Hopefully, if we are lucky,  we'll be able to view the planet Venus, and stars in the solar system.
Scientists tell us we are in for an unforgettable experience.
Magical !


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Emerald Ash Borer

Sadly, we are experiencing a serious problem in our neck of the woods.
Emerald Ash Borer disease has made it's way here, and we are loosing trees left, right and center.
Beautiful, majestic trees, that have graced our landscape for more than a century.
There is very little hope of saving an Ash tree, once it has been infected, eventually it will die, and will need to be removed.
The disease has now been reported in almost every state.

 More information can be read HERE