Autumn here often shows her colors right around the actual equinox. This year she was a little late to start the party, at least from my frame of reference. My first visit to Maine -- a week long recon mission a few years ago -- coincided with the equinox so that makes a definite point …
Month: September 2013
Oh, the Times, They are A-changin’
...with apologies to Bob Dylan...Change is afoot. Yes, deliberate change (as in the Year (More or Less) Of Transition. But methinks something else may be afoot as well.Yesterday evening, my partner suggested that I might want to "sense" my wardings, as he felt "a wind" that he had not felt before. My first thought was …
Year of Transition, Month 2
Ok so what have I been up to on the road of transition thus far? Well, lots of thinkin' and a bit of doin'.Been talking to the other half about "for better or worse, but not for lunch" type issues. For most of our time together as a couple, I have been very busy with …
"Thus speaks a woman who takes her gardening seriously!"
A bit ago, I posted on Facebook:"Picked another 10 gallons of sauce tomatoes, didn't even come close to getting to the end of the row. Also some eaters, hoping they ripen before they rot as most out there have damage from fowl or -- now -- slugs. I planted way too many 'maters. Next year, …
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On Being Thankful for Little
What do YOU do when one of your crops gets planted late, in a rainy season that does not lend itself to tractor work (for weed control between rows) and life overcomes commitment to hand weed IN the rows, which are unfortunately tucked into the far side of the garden behind the garage... out of …
September Songs
I always recall the title of a poem by one of my favorite poets this time of year: September is Summer Too -- or -- It's Never Too Late To Be Uncomfortable ... except that this year, August and the first few days thus far of September, have proven to be, to me at least, …
Don’t Borrow from Tomorrow
Normally I am not a worrier. Mind you, I used to be... back in the distant past, back when I was a new mom. I think that is normal. My mom was also a worrier. She worried about me (some very valid worries, actually, as it was her worry and her follow through that kept …
