Monday, September 24, 2007

Landed in Oregon XII

September 17, 2007

Each day Sharon and I try to gather a few windfall apples and give them to Brat. The other morning the apples were covered with dew. They were firm and cold to the touch. Occasionally I sampled a few. Taste great.

Saw the doe and fawn tonight. Mom was under the apple tree. The fawn was entranced by something. I had to leave the house to see. It was Cappy. And what deer wouldn’t be.... ? The fawn’s spots are gone now.

September 20, 2007

Two mornings at 37 degrees. Fall will soon be here.

Sharon wants to report that Annie has a boy friend -- or at least a frog friend. From time to time throughout the summer the frog has been in Annie’s water dish. Sharon removes it. Later -- a few days, a week -- the frog is back.

We have had a wasp hive in a gutter above the entry door. This morning it was gone and fragments were scattered over the porch. Based on past experience: jays. In the past though, the destruction was in the spring. Then, we said the jay was after protein. You don’t suppose the cold weather the last two mornings?

September 21, 2007

Little preoccupied this week with the death of a brother-in-law. Last summer was the first. He is the second. He is the last of my significant others.

September 23, 2007

Blooming Flower Inventory. We still have wild peas, Queen Anne’s Lace, blanket flowers (that close in the heat of the day), California poppies (that get up late and close if it gets too hot), evening prim roses (that open only at night), mullein (yellow flowers, many plants are above seven foot), tomato, egg plant, Kentucky Wonders, dipper gourds, chive, heather, dandelion (of course), chickory, strawberries, lemon balm, autumn sedum, hibiscus, purple asters, impatiens, coreopsis, sun flowers, Guara, gardenia, gaillardia, geranium, lots of pansies and chrysanthemum. I probably missed a few. I am still learning. Sharon says she just can't stand it: No flowers.

The turkeys are clustering and starting to get up on the decks and into the flower pots. We chase them off, repot and think of Thanksgiving.