"It was imprudent of us, in the first place, to become authors. We could have ecome something regular, but we managed not to.
We were lucky, but we were also determined." Roy Blount Jr
"I don’t change the facts to enhance the drama. I think of it the other way round, the drama has got to fit the facts,
and it’s your job as a writer to find the shape in real life." Hilary Mantel
Sunday, October 26, 2008
A surprisingly mild weekend. Heavy rain and wild winds last night, and the morning is quite spring-like. As long as one doesn't look at the trees, which are either completely bare (back yard) or thoroughly autumnal (front yard.)
Here's a view of the front, where the beech is still bright and the big oak is gorgeous.
I'm letting my scarlet runner beans dry on the vine, I'll save the seeds to plant next year.
The monkshood plans to bloom, but seems a bit late this year.
My Autumn Damask lives up to its name, throwing out a bud in late October!
Most of the birch trees have given up their leaves, but are still highly decorative.
Leaf litter in the mermaid bird bath.
The golden majesty of beech leaves.
The his 'n' hers buoys that mark our property.
Wintergreen (partridge berry) at the base of the buoy tree.
A young chipmunk is too shy to approach the feeding station.
Old-timer Vincent (Van Gogh, with partly missing ear) shows the way.
Young chipmunk learns the lesson all too well, boldly chasing Vincent off.
As always, more strolls here!
Posted by Margaret Evans Porter