The weather dudes say that today will be warmer
than yesterday. What delightfully wacky
senses of humor these weather dudes have.
Warmer is relative.
And my relatives and I think it's getting pretty chilly around here.
But being both stubborn and thrifty, the heat is not yet on.
It isn't helping that it has rained at least once, each and every day recently.
This weekend, Howard brought home the second largest fall mums he could find.
They are just beginning to open up,
and are remarkable water-catchers in bud and bloom.
I cropped that photo, but it's otherwise unmolested.
Mums are not my favorite flowers; they're a bit stiff and upright.
I like flowers to be a little casual, less regimental.
But now, only a few stalwart plants are still hanging in there, so I take what I can get.
Russian Sage. It's been blooming since June. It must be exhausted.
Or, we planted plastic ones by mistake.
Dahlias -- talk about staying power. I'll be digging up those tubers!
The little blue asters are pooping out, and
they are supposed to be autumn flowers. Slackers.
Tomatoes? The very late ones were soft and icky,
so we're leaving them for the local varmints.
As usual, the weeds are thriving. I'm not even attempting to clear them yet.
We'll do an end-of-season massive cleanup. Eventually.
|Hahahaha! Price tag residue on the pumpkin.|
I don't think this one came right off the farm!
|It is so soggy after days and days of intermittent drizzle.|
I was going to take pictures from the other side of the house,
but I was afraid I'd sink in the spongy lawn.
Plus, it's chilly and damp and I wanted to go back inside.
And now for something completely different!
Yesterday I introduced you to Woody, the Cavalier
King Charles Spaniel who was our house guest this weekend.
Woody is our Dion's great-nephew.
Howard and I always take our second cups of morning coffee in the Parlor,
before he leaves for work. On Monday morning, Woody joined us.
He took his time finding his perfect perch.
"What's this I spy across the room? A nice big black chair!"
"I beg your pardon?
Red and white dogs and black chairs
are not a good mix?"
"I am no longer looking at you.
Therefore, I cannot hear you."
"I turn my back on you, and now I am invisible."
("Shhh. If that weird, ugly dog behind me doesn't rat me out,
they'll never know I am here.")
Enjoy the middle of the week, my friends. -- Cass
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