With socks of lace and beaded ceintures

Summer is officially over in Cape Despair.

This has nothing to do with holiday weekends, or the coming of an equinox, or anything you could point to in the weather or the garden.

as if a flower should yearn to sing

So here's something we haven't seen much of recently: poorly exposed photos of things growing in my garden!

And matter’s sanctified, dipped in a gold stain

As predicted, I'm knee-deep in oak leaves.

and he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear

On Saturday we made our annual pilgrimage to western Maryland to buy apples and to walk in the woods.

The smell of the earth is good

This is another 'what sort of fool am I?' gardening post.

No savoury dish without an onion

On our trip to the wilds of western Maryland a couple weeks back, I found a couple of these little beauties stashed away in a cardboard box labeled 'Sweet Dumpling 75¢'

Who’d dare to breathe this fern-thick bird-rich day?

On Saturday last, we went (as we do every year) to the mountains of western Maryland.  There we seek out apples and pumpkins at orchard stands, and then, if the weather is good, retreat into the forest for a picnic and a walk.

And on the ships at sea

The weather station at the U.S. Naval Academy recorded 8.80 inches of precipitation last Thursday.

Where Sleeping Dogs Lie

I'm sure I've grumbled before about the jet lag-like effect of the biannual time change, or if I haven't, you can probably fill in the blanks.

Pandemic?

Last week was not the best.

Rainy Weekend, How to Deal with ...

It was a very Scottish sort of autumn weekend, which is to say it was dreich, and by 4 pm Saturday I'd moved to that irrational mental space in which it has always been 4 pm, always been raining, and ever shall be both, world without end, amen.

This too shall pass

The deadlines are coming hard and fast, not whooshing by gracefully but slamming into bodies like so many hailstones. The bruises are starting to mount, and the only serious consolations available are 'it's not just me' and 'this too shall pass.'

Food again

More food posting. Autumn seems to be my best season to cook. Also, while I am trying to finish the doll, it's agonisingly slow. Knit knit knit.