Is it spring? Is it fall? Today feels like fall. A cool front and rain rolled in last night and the temperature dropped. It’s a dark, wet morning. Nemo decided it was a good morning for more snoozing and, indeed, it is. Yesterday, my handy little garden kneeler and I went to the front flower […]
Nov 29, 2021
Frost and Friendship
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Frost is spread over rooftops this morning. Fingers of tree shadows stretch across brown leaves on lawns. In its final two days, November is saying good-bye in a chilly way. This is the day I need to bring one of my plants inside. All summer, I thought it was a geranium, but now that it […]
Nov 17, 2021
A Carpet of Gold
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A carpet of gold stretches across my front lawn and the maple has lost its glory. The last few days, the wind has done its part in whisking leaves from trees and spreading them on the ground. The white mulberry hangs onto its leaves and they are mostly still green. It is a different sort […]
Nov 12, 2021
The Monster in the Little Black Box
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An ongoing mystery: why does Nemo sit beside me when I’m at the computer, looking up at me hopefully, breathing his hot, aromatic breath on me, and staring at the black back-up box on the floor. He doesn’t want me sitting here. He dislikes this computer or the back-up box and I don’t know why. […]
Nov 8, 2021
Marking the Seasons
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The maple tree in my front yard is turning colors. The green in the leaves grows lighter to be replaced by yellow. The result is a tree that glows when the sun reflects off the leaves. In the back yard, the seasons are marked by the kind of leaves littering my deck and tracked onto […]
Nov 1, 2021
November Winds
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November winds sweep up the leaves of October, tidying the yard for the snows of December. November people, you have reason to celebrate. Your beautiful birthstone is the yellow or amber topaz, a symbol of honor, strength, longevity, and wisdom. Your flower is the fragrant chrysanthemum. Here in NW Arkansas, the temperature is rather nippy […]
