Monday, September 28, 2020
Friday, September 25, 2020
Busy days in the garden again this week.
Eastern Black swallowtail on asters.
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Monday, September 21, 2020
This is how late Summer, early Autumn should be!
Up early today - baked buttermilk biscuits.
Taking a country ride this afternoon to shop for pumpkins.
Blogging has been on the back burner - will catch up with you later!
Thursday, September 17, 2020
They said this would be a busy hurricane year, and it looks like they are correct.
My thoughts are with the people hit hardest by this latest storm. The damage looks terrible and, as always, recovery will take so long, and so many lives already impacted by living during a pandemic will now be even worse.
As always with natural disasters, we question so much and nobody really has the answers.
"Coastal Alabama and the Florida Panhandle face a daunting recovery Thursday, as ponds of floodwater and chunks of debris surround homes and businesses. Rivers also have spilled over their banks there, and Sally's remnants still threaten more flooding Thursday as they push into Georgia and the Carolinas"
. . . . via CNN today
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
Friday, September 11, 2020
I wasn't here on my front porch early on the evening of September 10, 2001. Perhaps the Peace roses were blooming and the moon shining above the house, I can't recall. Perhaps it was a fair night, cooling off somewhat after still hot days, typical here in the South at this rather lovely time of year. Suspended between the torrid afternoons of Summer and the soon to be crisp mornings of Autumn, September can be almost perfect.
I flew into Raleigh very late on that quiet night with Bob and granddaughter Jasmin. We had enjoyed a visit to Florida with several days at Disney World, that perfect world of vibrant colors, smiling faces, kindness, and make believe. We fell into our beds, exhausted but happy after such a wonderful trip.
While getting Jasmin ready for pre-school the following morning of September 11, the phone rang. Our son told us to turn on the TV but not to let little Jasmin view it.....................the picture appeared just as the second plane hit the second tower of the World Trade Center.
The rest of this story doesn't have to be told here. It is a memory we each share. It is a day we will never erase from our memories. We will never forget.
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
. . . . . . . . . . and I actually started walking early morning again over the holiday weekend. I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it feels out there in 58-63F temps. after such a long hot, humid spell. I can breathe. I can wear long sleeves in comfort. I can listen to the 'morning sounds' of birds and barking dogs. I see rabbits hopping, and if I get out there before 7 AM, there is no traffic. There are silvery dewdrops on the spider webs. The leaves are fading and there are a few yellow ones drifting down onto lawns and garden beds.