I am reading "Where The Crawdads Sing".
“Autumn leaves don't fall,
they fly.
They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.”
Delia Owens
I gave myself the gift of time.... to listen to this morning's bird choir.
American Goldfinch
American Crow
White-breasted Nuthatch
House Finch
Blue Jay
Nashville Warbler
Northern Flicker
Northern Cardinal
Mourning Dove
Hermit Thrush
Red-bellied Woodpecker
The choir members switched out throughout the day. This evening there was a Pileated Woodpecker in a dead ash over the fence.
We are getting near the end of the vegetable and fruit harvest. Because we started quite a few plants indoors in March, vegetables like tomatoes are pretty well done. The Delicata Squash are as big as they are going to get. They pulled the short straw when they were planted. Nothing grows there well.
This is our second picking of Elderberries, enough to make a small batch of jam.
The elderberry jam will go into the fridge to be enjoyed in the coming weeks. A tiny treat.
This watermelon was hiding under the muskmelon leaves all summer. We just spotted it on Saturday!
The giant red peppers are ripening quickly. Maybe the cool nights lately have triggered their colouring.
After supper, I wondered if there would be many bees out. It gets dark so soon these days. The goldenrods are in their prime this week and the bees love them.
Looks like our frogs have recovered from last week's trauma. At least, they haven't found a new pond. This one looks like it is dreaming of a golden arch. It's sick and tired of eating bugs.
I am hoping that we will see more wild asters in our re-wilded area in coming years. They are just starting to appear here and there. Aren't those stamens beautiful?
Ahhhh! There's one of the fuzzy bumble bees! Look at its wings.
And, a closeup.
I was hoping the hummingbirds would make an appearance around the zinnias tonight. Maybe they did, but I was too impatient to wait for them.
Rouge Vif d'Etampes is looking like an offering in the perennial garden. I want to be able to see its beauty every time I look out the window..... and be thankful. Some words about this variety of pumpkin from West Coast Seeds: Etampes is an ancient commune near Paris, and the fruits were said to be popular in Paris' Central Market in the 1880s.
I think our sponsor should be THANKFULNESS. It's been a good gardening year.
Can you see three almost-ripe plums? This is the last of our chum and plum trees to ripen. By no means a bountiful crop.
To finish of this evening's tour, some late sunflowers.
I think I'll end the day with another gift.... time to savour Where the Crawdads Sing. I don't want it to end.
“I wasn't aware that words could hold so much.
I didn't know a sentence could be so full.”
Delia Owens
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