Life with cats, and other things…
0644/17th August 2025 . The shortening of days is already noticeable as autumn seems to be rushing toward us. At the end of next month, we will have been here for seven years which doesn't seem possible. . Time really does speed up as you age. My first 50 years felt like an eternity compared … Continue reading Fliers
1749/26th August 2024 . About to sit down for a very late start, I glanced out the window and caught sight of an orange flutter, so I grabbed the camera and ran out, but obtained only a couple of images before my visitor flew off. . So far I've not been able to identify it. … Continue reading Fragile
0847/1st August 2024 . Images from a damp morning. Which are the trend, currently. . On our way down to the field, we trudged past Grant's acorn squashes that survived early assaults by caterpillars and will soon be ready to harvest. The butternuts are a write-off. . The brush is really dense! . Goldenrod is … Continue reading Field day
2009/20th July 2024 . At the end of April last year we took a short car ride up to the Cary Hill Sculpture Park. While not impressed by the art, we enjoyed the vista and intended returning in the Fall but when that time came, maybe we were pre-occupied with the losses of three beloved … Continue reading Cary Hill
2012/4th August 2023 One could only conclude from the evidence, that the weather Gods were in a very bad mood yesterday. . When, after 24 hours of grumbles the rain stopped, thick mist came to replace it. But at least it was quiet and Dee Dee could come out of hiding. . "Thunder?" "It sounds … Continue reading Returns
2016/3rd August 2021 Do you think my life would make a good sitcom? Last night I glanced out the window, saw the sky and went running out the front door, only to notice a doe with her fawn not 20 feet away. "Oh, sorry!" I said, like the Englishwoman I am, turned around and rushed … Continue reading Wot I worry about
Humming birds have left... The morning air Is fresh and crisp,Dawn comes laterFull of mist.Flocks of birdsAre stopping byTo take a snackThen off they fly.A shade of rustIt paints the landTrees soon nakedAll will stand.Leaves are flyingAll aroundWoodchucks soonWill go to ground.My friends are leavingOne by oneSo ends the SeasonOf the Sun.But yetA brave marigoldSeems … Continue reading Heading out