Category Archives: Summer
Wednesday, August 5, 2015 Yesterday we drove over to Desert Island, Northeast Harbor to take a guided boat tour. Did some laundry while we waited. On Cranberry Island there was a church with stained glass windows made of sea glass. … Continue reading
It’s not all doom and gloom here in St. Louis, despite continuing racial tensions around the police shooting of an unarmed black teenager in Ferguson. Ferguson is where my grandparent’s old house was, where I used to visit as a … Continue reading
July at the Prairie
Mary Isabelle We left home early and got to the arboretum before the hot July sun had gotten high, while the dew still clung to plants and spider webs. … Continue reading
Ashland, Oregon with Dear Old Friends
After meeting up with Ann in Portland and spending the night with her and her daughter and 3 large cats, we drove to Ashland, Oregon, to meet up with Bryn for our Do-It-Yourself high school reunion. We stayed in an inn that … Continue reading
August, belated
From August 14, a walk in the park with Chunzi And from the arboretum last week (August 18) Mary Isabelle’s companions are becoming more sparse with the end of summer, but her hazelnut tree is bearing fruit. … Continue reading
Forest Park Sunday
Lightning-struck cottonwood Green heron and kingfisher sitting in a tree Pond that kingfishers were flying and chattering around- It looked like flight school, maybe, with an older kingfisher leading the younger one around and aound andaround in … Continue reading
July at the arboretum
We were long overdue for a walk at the arboretum so we went this morning. The prairies were so lush and colorful it was hard to believe that just a few months ago they were all burned and black. Here’s … Continue reading
Orlando Summer Solstice
I am at a conference in Orlando which is held this year at a resort-like hotel with huge grounds and nearly impossible to leave without a car. So my usual habit of finding a store nearby and stocking up on … Continue reading
A wood-splitting memorial
Dennis spent a couple days on Memorial Day weekend splitting our winter’s wood. Here’s his operation. To paraphrase Hazel Motes in Flannery O’Connor’s Wise Blood: A man with a good truck don’t need no justification.
Birds and bees
I sat outside this afternoon to do some reading and noticed the honeybees coming to the bird bath for water. I never realized before yesterday that they did that, and now every time I look, there’s a honeybee at the … Continue reading