A week ago, signs of Fall were sparse, so flashes of vibrant colour here and there were all the more noticeable in a still green countryside.
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Going to Greenwich on a wet morning, one tree stood out like a beacon. A poplar, I think.
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Overnight the weather cleared and we decided to extend a post office run to see how things were progressing. Apart from the corn waving in the wind and the odd red tree, it still seemed like Summer.
But very much more pleasant!
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As we drove up the hill to the house, I had Grant stop to let me take a picture of some pretty asters that suddenly appeared at the edge of the field. It seems to be their time of year.
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It is something of a mystery how these flowers arrive, but I am very happy to see them. The weather being now so agreeable, I find myself wanting to poke around in the garden, however a great deal more than poking is required and while I feel capable, a single morning’s efforts would render me utterly unable to proceed further.
The frustration of giving up after a few hours work is probably worse that the frustration of doing nothing, so periodically I venture out with the clippers to snip a few dead things and have to be satisfied with those feeble efforts.
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Never mind. On Wednesday, we were off to Hudson Falls, or Queensbury, or was it Glens Falls? These places often seem to overlap.
In the navigator’s seat, I am handed Grant’s telephone which I assume has been correctly programmed. My task is to plug it into to the car’s system which then displays the map. Or should. It seldom agrees to do so without a struggle. In the meantime:
“Make sure it’s taking us to the right place!”
(Um – who programmed it?)
The problem is, – part of the problem is – that I hate Grant’s phone and attempting to check the destination would simply end up in my deleting the entire journey.
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It is really best to have everything plugged in and functioning before we set off, but lately departure has been announced just as he’s heading out the door, so we’re halfway down the road before I have a clue approximately where we’re going.
Although today (Saturday 19th) it’s Burlington – a long way!
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I presume the seeds of the randomly appearing flowers are spread by birds and small rodents, and delivered in their poo as they travel around. I do like to see such unstructured planting, just as it would have been before humans started to interfere.
Best wishes, Pete.
These days when I see nicely planted gardens they seem contrived. I prefer the natural look!
Well, even though the colours of autumn aren’t in full swing yet, I’m really happy to see beautiful flowers! It’s also my job to plug Berto’s cell phone into our ‘bakkie’s’ GPS (which I usually do when we’re driving on the farm’s rough dirt road) … and it has happened that I deleted the destination because we went through a pothole. And my question is also: Can’t the man just wait 30 seconds before he starts driving so I can do what I need to do undisturbed 🫣.