It's getting more and more difficult to get up early these days, what with the sun taking its sweet time rising. Even the dawgs aren't that interested in crawling out from under the covers for morning walkies. I decided to start without them but didn't get far before I heard that plaintive whimpering.
The sun was just starting to light up the clouds, and yet keep the lacy treeline in silhouette.
After a few minutes the line of trees becomes light enough to show some of its changing color.
Autumn is a very long season here on the mountain. It starts off slowly and produces shades that glow and then a month or two later they drop to the ground, blowing into drifts just like snow.
The garden produces some of it's best fruit; great fat peppers, tomatoes, and the huge stands of about to flower basil. They say it will get bitter when it goes to seed, but we haven't noticed
any change in flavor. Still, I really should harvest and freeze it. Basil garlic butter in silicone cupcake liners...delicious for winter pasta dinners.
The nights aren't quite cold enough to hasten the season, but we are not complaining.The daytime temperatures are perfection, enticing us to do all sorts of outdoor activities, such as sitting on the deck, listening to the NPR fundraiser, knitting and watching the dawgs chase each other, playing stick keep away.
We could get out and see other sights, or we could just turn our chairs around and look the other direction. I am really learning how to be in the moment.
The dawgs watch as the school bus goes by.
The sky is almost lavender blue, and Dave's Stonehenge grows more stones every time I look at it.
My interest in fish counting has resumed now that the fancy Shinbunkins from the defunct goldfish tub have joined the mass of hungry goldies. They are there waiting already when I walk down to the pond, swarming around eager for their pellets.
It gives me a thrill when I see the smaller fancy guys in amongst the great fat orange fish. A few have blue as part of their coloration, and it is such a nice contrast. The pond is low, and we are expecting rain to return this week. That makes everyone happy and calls for baking bread, having a cuppa tea, and watching a British mystery film on the tube. Ambition has left the building.