…even here in southern Wisconsin. Mulch leaves, drain hoses, fill the bird feeder, and, of course, clear the gutters.
If memory serves, my first blog post had gutter cleaning as its subject, eleven years ago. And now, just as then, clearing, for some reason, only occurs when the sodden mess is nearly frozen, and therefore rather hard on the hands.
…after another warm and damp day.
Could there be snow in the forecast?
Nice bit of moisture. Good for the land.
…on a cooler, cloudy, damp day.
All the leaves cling tight
As the raging storm subsides.
Tomorrow, yellow rain.
—jbn
Hot. Windy. About three quarters of the leaves down from the big birch out front. Too dense and thick a mat to just mow. So today a first pass—mow, rake, compost. And tomorrow, there’ll be little trace of the effort.
…on the way. Twisty wind, with the occasional clump of rain cloud racing by.
A couple dozen tree cookies made up from pruned oak branch—in prep for next week’s school field trip.
Beautiful day outdoors, although the volleyball was indoors. Pretty exciting.
…giving way to leaden skies and a blustery, cold north wind.
Morning perfect for fly tying and dog trimming.
…with Ab and Eric. And, later, amazing fish tacos.
After the frost, conditions are changing fast. Cool, with light rain this afternoon.
…after a day of strong south wind. Back to warm temps.
But a sunny and warm afternoon.
…but a fine day nonetheless.
…on a damp forest trail.
Cloudy, quiet, calm and cool. Puddles in many fields and in dips and hollows.
…and that was just before dinner.
Windy and chilly.
Very nice place, and a perfect place to end a fine (though rainy) day.
…and having fun.
Fourteen quarts, four pints. Quite a good accomplishment.
Last year complete crop failure.
From sowing seed to stuffing and boiling the jars, quite a bit of mostly enjoyable work, making use of a considerable amount of know how and expertise 🤪
This blog is a kind of phenology, I suppose.
And, now that we have passed the autumnal equinox, what kinds of events can we anticipate?
Here are a few I can think of:
First flight of Sandhills heading south overhead,
Day when the white oaks in the backyard can be declared free of leaves,
First frost.
First ice on ponds,
First measurable snowfall,
Day when all the crabapples on Vi’s tree have been consumed,
First bird at the feeder (once it’s up),
First local iceboat regatta,
First blizzard.
Others?
But, we can’t forget the old saying: “if winter’s here, can spring be far behind?”
This could be the sixth jab since the virus announced itself. Science may not have all the answers, but I’ll take it over anything else.
Above, ripe swamp white oak acorn. Quite a few collected.
In other news, rear brakes on truck replaced. Are they called brakes because they breaks the bank?
Bright, chilly, windy. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving.