Spots of time

Rainy day

There are in our existence spots of time,
That with distinct pre-eminence retain
A renovating virtue…
That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high more high, and lifts us up when fallen.

~ William Wordsworth

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318: Back to the woods

I had a Sunday signage post all planned for today, but after taking my walk this morning I decided to take you back to the woods with me.  It’s so beautiful back there, especially now that the seasonal light is changing just a tad.

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317: The goldenrod is blooming

There is a patch of goldenrod in the timothy grass meadow that decided to bloom today.  I’m not sure if that is early or not for the goldenrod as I’ve never really paid attention in the past.  Next year I’ll have a date to compare it to.  The yellow looks very pretty out there amongst the greens and purples.

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63: It’s a good day for ironing

(Peering at the sun through the maple)

I’m not going to blog about ironing again.  I just couldn’t think of a better title.  And it really is a good day for doing the ironing.  The air is cold and dry, and it feels good to stand over the warm steam heat of the iron.

(Dried goldenrod against a gray sky.)

I had to stay near the house for today’s walk.  We’re expecting Fed Ex to drop by with our holiday shipment of wine.  Hopefully they will come today.  It’s possible the Fed Ex guy is up there now, leaving a tag on the door to let me know he was here and tried to deliver our package.  I don’t know how it is elsewhere but our Fed Ex guys do not like to knock or ring the doorbell.  They do, however, like to walk up to the door without the package and leave the little note that lets us know they attempted a delivery.  It’s not true, of course.  What they attempted — and succeeded at — was to leave a note letting us know they attempted a delivery.

It’s probably their idea of a joke.

(Catching dreams in the spruce tree.)

Today’s sky is gray with streaks of white and dark steel blue.  It’s the kind of sky you expect to get snow from but we won’t.  The temperature is too warm, for one thing.  It’s 40 degrees.  The snow is still north and west of us, for another.

(Dried sunflowers.)

This was the first time since I began my outdoor commitment that I honestly and truly did not want to step outside.  It is cold in the house (because I keep the heat turned down during the day when I’m likely to be moving about).  I knew if it was cold inside, it would feel doubly cold outside.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  The cold actually feels better outside where one expects it to be.

(Today’s view of the pond.)

Something seemed odd, or off, when I went out for my walk this afternoon.  I couldn’t figure it out at first.  Then I realized it’s the wind.  Or lack thereof.  Breezy Acres is without a breeze today.  I’m so used to even the slightest breeze bringing its own noise or causing the grasses to rustle that the silence felt strange.

Other stuff

I am officially in winter cooking mode.  I can tell by what I’ve been preparing lately.  In the past few days I have made a very spicy jambalaya, cabbage and noodles, and this supremely delicious Black-Eyed Peas in a Spicy Goan Curry.  I altered the black-eyed peas curry by adding some cubed potatoes and squash to make more of a vegetarian main dish, and served it with brown rice.

I started watching one of those early morning television shows that used to be a news program but now gives very brief periods of time to actual news and spends the rest of the time on mindless drivel entertainment “news.”  I don’t know when it became my habit to watch but it’s fairly recent.  I decided today was a good day to break the pattern.  If I want/need news, I can find it online.

I am not the least bit interested in the royals of England and Prince William’s engagement.  I am astounded at the amount of time the so-called news programs (morning and evening) spend covering it.  For the record, I have no interest in the antics of Charlie Sheen, Sarah Palin, or any others of that ilk so I really wish they would stop covering the celebs and calling it news.  Not that I expect they will.  Which is okay.   Because I won’t be watching anymore.

A Saturday in September

(Asters in the goldenrod.)

The goldenrod is yellow
The corn is turning brown
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

~ Childrens song

(Maple leaf in September.)

Sad thoughts and sunny weather.
Ah me, this glory and this grief
Agree not well together!

~ Thomas Parsons, 1880, A Song For September

(Another beautiful Saturday in the Bogs.)

If you’re in the mood for a little reading, there is a lovely article about goldenrod here, and another discussing its medicinal uses here.

Fantastical Morning

(Balloon passing over the deck yesterday evening.)

What a beautiful morning it has been here in the Bogs!  It’s been such a lovely morning that I have been leaving exclamation points all over the internet as I visit from place to place.

(This morning’s view of the pond.)

The cooler, crisper weather has me energized.  So much so that I put on my Vibrams and went for a 42 minute walk/run.  Outdoors!  Not on the treadmill!  It was a marvelous way to begin the day.  The air was fresh and cool.  The birds were carrying on in that noisy way they do when they have gathered in large flocks.  I’ve often wondered if they do that because they are all getting caught up with each other after a summer of being apart and doing their own thing.

Officially it is still summer but you can tell that fall is coming by the fog in the mornings.  I like to watch it rolling off the pond and into the neighbor’s backyard where it goes from being pond fog to ground fog.

(Pond fog.)

This is hiking season.  Well, I know.  Any season is hiking season.  But the cooler months, especially the autumn months, are my favorite time to hike.

M and I went on a couple of small hikes over the weekend.  We went to Quail Hollow early on Saturday morning.  I did not take the camera along.  It was nice to enjoy the walk and not have to stop (yes, have to stop because I am a photography addict) every few minutes to take pictures.  That doesn’t mean I didn’t think about the camera every now and then, seeing the way the sunlight and dew were playing on the foliage.

(Stairs to Bridal Veil Falls overlook at the Bedford Reservation, Cleveland MetroParks.)

On Sunday morning we went to the Bedford Reservation, part of the Cleveland MetroParks system.  You would hardly know that you were in the city.  We walked down to the Bridal Veil Falls overlook where there wasn’t much in the way of water to be seen because of the lack of rain.

(An enchanted world in the woods of the Cleveland MetroParks system.)

We got off to such a great start that I’m hoping that is an omen of things to come.  More weekend hikes.  Trips to the mountains of Pennsylvania or the hills of southern Ohio.  Crisp, cool air.  Colorful foliage.  And donning our blindingly bright hunter’s orange shirts and hats because this is also the beginning of hunting season and we wouldn’t want the hunters out there mistaking us for deer or squirrels or whatever is in season.

(A small section of Bridal Veil falls.)

This afternoon is almost as fantastical as this morning.  Yoga, sharing a delicious lunch with M, and now I’m off to do a bit of weeding in the garden.

It’s the September yellow season.  The goldenrod is going all out this year, spreading its yellow everywhere.  It must like the current drought conditions.

Well, I should get out to the garden.  I hope your Tuesday is, was, has been as fantastical as mine.


(The path from the woods to the garden.  Or from the garden to the woods.  Which way are you going?)

Fish tacos

(128:  A view of the pond through the goldenrod.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

The sun made a brief appearance here in the Bogs yesterday.  Then the clouds moved back in.  It’s been raining today.  We need the rain.  I can almost hear the earth sighing with relief.

We’re having friends over this afternoon for a fish taco feast.  I made some salsa and chopped up the veggies and stuff for the fish tacos.  One of our friends is bringing the fish, which she will season, the corn tortillas, and a bean salad.  We’ll be grilling the fish.

I will also be making margaritas, per a request.

It should be fun.  We were originally supposed to have this get-together a few weeks back but I cancelled due to not being in the mood.  Then everything happened with Mom (so fast!), and well, I’m not sure I would have rescheduled at all except I came to the conclusion that I need to be around friends right now.  Otherwise I tend to isolate myself and that wouldn’t be good.

So, I’m looking forward to fish tacos, margaritas, and spending time with friends.

I hope you’re having a fun Saturday too.