A PEEK AT THE VALLEY AS SEPTEMBER ENDS

I looked out my window this afternoon and I saw one red leaf on the maple tree in front of our picture window. I couldn’t take a picture because the window isn’t clear enough to get a good pictures of that single leaf.

So I just looked at it. Thought about it for a while.

“Well,” I thought, “At least there’s one. Soon, more.”

Photo: Garry Armstrong

VERY EARLY IN THE AUTUMN OF THE YEAR

Not a beautiful day. It was so dark this morning, I had to keep looking at the clock to make sure it wasn’t night. A few minutes later, waves of thunder and heavy rain were passing over the house. The dogs got frantic. They don’t mind guns. They don’t care about fireworks. But rolling thunder and heavy rain?

A virtual painting …

Nothing I did would force them out that door. I had to hope they had been out earlier. Finally, in late afternoon, Garry physically forced them outside and locked the door so they would have to be out there long enough to take care of business. Now, back inside, they are chugging down dinner and avoiding any hint of going outside. Ever.

Earliest yellow leaves

An interesting story about this piece of construction (following) …

The previous picture shows a piece of old construction in the soil. This is usually invisible in the weeds and underbrush, but for some reason, my camera found it today. This old construction dates back to who knows when. Long before this house was built, for sure. It remained a secret until the second people who bought this property had it surveyed and they discovered this old piece of what was probably a foundation. A lot of legal work followed including a new deed and a new survey after much effort was made to find out who, if anyone, had a claim on this property.

This is the first time I’ve seen this famed piece of foundation. I had no idea it was so close to this house. I thought (from looking at the survey) that it was further back on the property. Unless this is yet another old foundation. For some other building.

Perish the thought! 

During a break in the rain, I went out back and took a few pictures. The first yellow is showing in the woods. The begonias are still blooming enthusiastically and I may bring them inside for the winter. Unlike Fuchsia which won’t grow inside, these are begonias and they might do alright. Worth a try.

Garry is shoving the dogs outside again. They are not happy campers.

ALMOST SEPTEMBER – GARRY ARMSTRONG

Photo: Garry Armstrong

The calendar is about to change. Again. Just a few months for this year. A few brief weeks of tee-shirt, shorts, and boat shoe weather. Walter Houston is singing in my head. Raspy and bittersweet.

It’s the beginning of baseball’s stretch drive. Our Boston Red Sox are in the mix for the post season. It’s high anxiety time if you’re a die-hard fan. Will the hitters cool off? Will the starters maintain their newly discovered success? Will the bull pen purge those relievers who are serial arsonists?

Pro football is also back. If you belong to Patriots’ Nation, you wonder how it will go this year, with Brady a year older. Time will have its way, even with the best of them.

Facebook is full of posts and pictures from parents crying as they send their kids off to school for the first time. There are no posts for drop-outs. We offer requiems for our fading summer flowers. It’s difficult to watch them as they slowly die.

The late night talk shows are packed with “stars” promoting their new series which sound like old series. I particularly object to reboots of old shows that weren’t particularly good back in their first run.

Photo: Garry Armstrong

Political analysts are dizzy, trying to explain Orange Head’s bizarre and unprecedented presidency. If you want to really call it that.

Photo: Garry Armstrong

Labor Day weekend will offer a brief time out for memories about summers past when we were younger and our world a bit more innocent. Think “Moon Glow” and “The Theme from Picnic.”  I’m William Holden dancing with Kim Novak. Snapshot memories of faded love affairs.

This is a brief respite.

Walter Houston is now singing louder in my head about those once lazy days dwindling down to hurricanes, raging fires, floods, mass shootings and Orange Head tirades blurring our collective sanity.

September Song.

These precious days I’ll spend with you…….

THE CHANGING SEASONS: SEPTEMBER 2016

The Changing Seasons: September 2016


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I believe this is a juvenile black-crowned night heron. If someone has a more accurate identification, I’d love to hear from you!

I had been hoping that the trees would oblige me by changing color for me this weekend, but alas, they have not. There is some change. Bits and pieces here and there. It always happens first near water. Along the shore, near rivers. But mostly, nothing much is happening … at least as far as changing color goes.

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Still the air is quite chilly at night, though still pretty warm and muggy in the day. September had been such a crazy, busy month … so I hope I’ve captured its essence. A little bit, at least.

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What’s this «Changing Seasons» blogging challenge?

«The Changing Seasons 2016» is a blogging challenge with two versions: the original (V1) which is purely photographic and the new version (V2) where you can allow yourself to be more artistic and post a painting, a recipe, a digital manipulation, or simply just one photo that you think represents the month. Anyone with a blog can join this challenge and it’ll run throughout 2016. It doesn’t matter if you couldn’t join the first month(s), late-comers are welcomed. These are the rules, but they’re not written in stone – you can always improvise, mix & match to suit your own liking:

These are the rules for Version 1 (The Changing Seasons V1):

  • Tag your posts with #MonthlyPhotoChallenge and #TheChangingSeasons
  • Each month, post 5-20 photos in a gallery.
  • Don’t use photos from your archive. Only new shots.

These are the rules for Version 2 (The Changing Seasons V2):

  • Tag your posts with #MonthlyPhotoChallenge and #TheChangingSeasons
  • Each month, post one photo (recipe, painting, drawing, whatever) that represents your interpretation of the month.
  • Don’t use archive stuff. Only new material!

Hard to believe we are wrapping up the year and heading toward the cold months. I always have a lot of ambivalence as the summer ends. I love the autumn. If it were October all year long, I’d be a very happy human. Sadly, it’s the last glory and the warm time before … well … you know. White stuff. Ice. Slippery ground and hard navigation. The cabin fever months lie ahead.

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SEPTEMBER SONG – GARRY ARMSTRONG

The calendar page has changed. Again. Just a few pages remain on this year. A few brief weeks of tee-shirt, shorts, and boat shoe weather. Walter Houston is singing in my head. Raspy and bittersweet.

It’s the beginning of baseball’s stretch drive. Our Boston Red Sox are in the mix for the post season. It’s high anxiety time if you’re a die-hard fan. Will the hitters cool off? Will the starters maintain their newly discovered success? Will the bull pen purge those relievers who are serial arsonists?

Pro football is also back. If you belong to Patriots’ Nation, you have to deal with Tom Brady’s four-week suspension. The stiff penalty handed down by the fascist NFL Commissioner who is probably a staunch supporter of Orange Head’s political campaign.

Free Brady! Brady! Brady! Brady, Almighty!

Facebook is full of posts and pictures from parents crying as they send their kids off to school for the first time. There are no posts for drop-outs.

We offer requiems for our fading summer flowers. It’s difficult to watch them as they slowly die.

The late night talk shows are packed with “stars” promoting their new series which sound like old series. I particularly object to reboots of old shows that weren’t particularly good back in their first run.

Autumn september road to home

We’re glutted with new movies, reportedly more serious than the summer blockbusters which for the most part, bombed. How in the wide, wide world of sports could you top lucky Chucky Heston’s “Ben Hur”? And no, I won’t spend money on the reboot of “The Magnificent Seven.” It wouldn’t even pay for my bullets. The old man was right.

Political analysts are dizzy, trying to explain Orange Head’s bizarre and unprecedented campaign for the White House.

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Labor Day weekend offers a brief time out for memories about summers past when we were younger and our world a bit more innocent. Think “Moon Glow” and “The Theme from Picnic”.  I’m William Holden dancing with Kim Novak. Snapshot memories of faded love affairs.

It’s a brief respite.

Walter Houston is now singing louder in my head — even more bittersweet — about those once lazy days dwindling down to hurricanes, raging fires, floods, mass shootings and Orange Head tirades blurring our collective sanity.

September Song.

These precious days I’ll spend with you…….

SEPTEMBER INSIDE AND OUT

BOUQUET FLOWER LIVING ROOM SEPTEMBER

The calendar warns the end of summer is near, but so far, summer clings to the leaves. The sky is bright blue. Usually I’m eager for fall, eager for the crisp weather and the foliage.

And the photo opportunities. New England’s autumn is the most photogenic season imaginable. Unless we are hit by tropical storms and heavy rain, it is also the most pleasant.

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This entire summer has been delightful. Almost like early autumn and for the whole summer. July and August have had little rain, lots of bright sunny days and clear skies with warm, rather than hot, temperature. You couldn’t ask for better. So I vote for keeping it. As long as summer wants to hang around, my welcome mat is out!

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Denial only goes so far. I took a few pictures of the trees in the woods … and a bright patch of yellow caught my eye.

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Earlier, when we were out in the car, I noticed the edges of the maple leaves are beginning to turn a bit rusty. It’s still warm and sunny. Even a bit humid. Regardless, change is coming. Seasons are non-negotiable.

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