November 13th, 2011
If you’re out for a Sunday drive and swing by our place today, you’ll get handed a rake and a bag.
Leaves on the ground.
Mind you, we don’t have any trees left in our yard, but the leaves migrate — like Canada Geese — from yard to yard. Working their way south for the winter.
They don’t like to shiver.
Neither do I.
Hm.
On the streetscape, I just wait for them to blow on down the road. We live on bit of a hill and, like water, the leaves will eventually rush right by.
I’m counting on that, because there is no lawn to rake on the boulevard. And whatever lands on the organic mulch stays on the organic mulch, unless it blows on down the road.
But in the back, raking leaves. We’ll even supply one of these…
Mr. G, honey is making French Onion Soup and getting the chipmunk nest out of the powder room exhaust fan. I’m raking leaves and making some writing notes for tomorrow.
You?
November 5th, 2011
autumn in the park
autumn on the water
autumn on the road
Get your autumn groove on.
If you’re living on the New England coast of the U S of A, go directly to winter. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200. You have my sympathies.
It’s Saturday. Shake it up a little!
October 30th, 2011
This is a tragic weekend tale, so you may want to avert your eyes. Lil’ bit.
I expected Jack Frost to take out the impatiens, the tomato plants, and any other annuals we might have hanging around at this time of year, but I was surprised when it claimed the ornamental peppers as they are sold in my neck of Canadaland for autumnal arrangements, along with glorious mums and leafy, pink and green kale. Huh.
Our yummy, pink dahlia before Jack Frost ~
Our yummy, pink dahlia after Jack Frost ~
It was a hard frost. Even the organic mulch was not feeling Mama Nature’s love this morning.
Nor ~
Nor ~
Nor ~
These chicks are c-c-c-cold. This mulch is f-f-f-frozen.
I’m c-c-c-cold and f-f-f-frozen, and not nearly as good looking as these dudes in my yoga pants and socks, orange Tigger U t-shirt, pumpkin hoodie, and brown sweater jacket. A Northern Girl vision, that is what I am.
I’m comin’ for you, Jack.
Sunday is a s…low text day. I like to jump about and break out in song on Sunday.
After a shot of high octane. Mebbe.
