Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

 The view - mornings are always, always lovely here - even when the skies are gray and snow is on the ground. (I'll keep telling myself that when winter's here.) Clicking on photos will enlarge them.






I don't actually get sunsets, however the western sky does sometimes ,light up a bit in the evenings, which are coming earlier and earlier now. Yes, that's almost a winter sky. Although it has been rather cool and rainy we'll still have some very nice days ahead.



I don't plant tomatoes but I have an heirloom variety that self seeds and produces more than I can possibly use. (I do save a few seeds in a dried tomato over the winter just in case they fail to come up naturally in the early summer, so far they don't fail to naturally seed themselves. I try to limit the seedlings to just two plants.



Comfort food: - a BLT (Bacon, Lettuce, & Tomato with mayo on toast). I wonder if younger people - that would be almost everyone now - have ever really tasted a real old fashioned tomato. Doubt it.


It is the beginning of autumn and, right on cue, the Colchicums are up and flowering. I love them unconditionally. Amaryllis like, the leaves come earlier in the summer, produce and store energy, and then disappear until later when the flowers mysteriously (?) appear.










The concord grapes are also ripe this time of the year. In the old days we would make and store grape juice and grape jelly. Now I squeeze a few of the grapes into my mouth, toss the skin, use my teeth to separate the seeds, spit them out and enjoy the flavor of old fashioned Black-purple grapes. There are hundreds of bunches of grapes which migrating birds feast on.



The perennial species sunflower does not need to be planted every year like the annual ones do and the deer and dogs leave them alone. They reliably flower every autumn. What's not to like about that.



Russian Sage

Russian Sage with Kit

Geraniums with Kit and Watson

I always keep my eyes peeled when traveling, and I travel a lot here. There are frequently unusual things to see - like this amazingly old weeping birch bark tree. I believe that all weeping birches are grafted and that they never live very long unlike the non-related similar weeping willow trees which can live for a very long time and get huge. Nevertheless, this amazing specimen: - 





A nearby neighbor had this rather unusual barn quilt. 



This year was good for the fall flowering sedums. The buck that normally feasted on my Hostas and sedums was hit and killed on the road this summer. I wonder what kills more deer - hunters or vehicles. I think I know the answer. Regardless, my garden did better than it has for years. I do, however, wish the rabbits would stay on their side of the fence. I know this is really their territory. But. (The other day ABBA proudly dropped a dead, but beautiful, black-furred mole at my feet. She's definitely a hunter.)





Dahlias got off to a very slow start this year but finally are flowering. 










Queen Elizabeth and I share (shared) a lower jaw with snaggle teeth. I was always told that the Brits had bad teeth. Maybe their teeth are better now. Kids today wouldn't know about us older people with pre-fluorided teeth. (I wonder if bottled water, more expensive than gasoline I've heard, has fluoride in it? Interesting. It's that old story. The cobbler's children and shoes. My grandfather was an orthodontist. Sigh



Sunday, September 18, 2022

Port Huron

 I visited the Port Huron Farmers' Market this weekend: - word of caution: don't go when you're hungry. I bought zucchini, yellow summer squash, a great cabbage, the first buttercup squash of the season (the way too short season), some still wonderful green beans, etc. Port Huron is right across the river from Sarnia, Canada.

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Here are some recent photos of my Icelandic Sheepdogs, four footed furry family.


Kit

Kit

Totty

Tryggur

Tryggur and Watson

Tryggur

Watson

Watson

ABBA and Kit

ABBA

ABBA

ABBA

Pila

Pila

Pila

I recently had a very expensive lesson on trust. I contacted N. W. a handler to show two of my dogs, Tryggur and Kit. Things went good - at first. He was recommended by two friends, A. K. handled Totty to her American Kennel Club Grand Championship and J.B. knew and had worked with N.W. Then something happened and things went south quickly. 

I paid the entry fees for shows. 

His statements listed all the things he would do which included fees for handling, boarding, maintaining his vehicle, camping hookups (including electric, parking, dumping), , conformation class fees, bait, grooming, etc. I pre-paid for all expenses. 

He visited a doctor and was told his heart problems might be stress related. N. told me that he would honor current commitments but he would not make any new ones telling me that his doctor had said that he shouldn't drive. That would not be a problem because, he said, his wife and/or mother would take over that responsibility. And, if necessary, he would find another handler for the two upcoming weekends of shows.

Ten shows were missed. He and the dogs didn't go; I was very worried about his continued health problems.

Colleen helped find Kristine who picked up Tryggur and Kit. I met her to get my fur kids back. 

I hoped that I would be refunded most of my money for services and fees and for the ten missed shows. I wasn't.  There's more to the story. Much more. I have tried to contact N.W. - unsuccessfully.

Some recent flower shots: - 


Ironweed

Ironweed

Autumn Clematis

Annual Sunflower

Perennial Sunflower

Hibiscus

Fuchsia and Russian Sage

Perhaps the last Hummer of the season?

Lycoris Lilies in a Brit movie