It's a holiday weekend in Canada (see below) and a most beautiful season up here in Kemble. The rainbow of autumn leaves bring out parades of human leaf peepers on the back roads. The stars at night are staggering in number and crispness. Venus and Jupiter try to catch the waning moon. Sunrises are filtered through both haze and morning coffee. Bird migrations bring once-a-year sightings like this yellow-bellied sapsucker en route to Georgia? Florida? Mexico? What a piece of paradise.
But there's chores to be done. Pat cleans up the pond, puts the raised bed to bed and wheels away the year's bounty of growth.
The Other Guy spreads wood chips, grapples with rocks, and prunes trees --- with a view!
Hope is in the air as Canada votes in a federal election. Will we finally get rid of the most divisive, spiteful, regressive, embarrassing government in our history? One can vote, and hope. On the other hand, ordinary folks extend some hope to the less fortunate with donations from the heart and the pantry.
This weekend we honour my mom's birthday (would have been 104? 105? who knows for sure...) and it's Canadian Thanksgiving. We have so much to be grateful for, both personally and as a society. Lots of nourishment for both the tummy and the heart. And these birds are thankful they're not on the platter!
But there's chores to be done. Pat cleans up the pond, puts the raised bed to bed and wheels away the year's bounty of growth.
The Other Guy spreads wood chips, grapples with rocks, and prunes trees --- with a view!
Hope is in the air as Canada votes in a federal election. Will we finally get rid of the most divisive, spiteful, regressive, embarrassing government in our history? One can vote, and hope. On the other hand, ordinary folks extend some hope to the less fortunate with donations from the heart and the pantry.
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