And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
—William Shakespeare
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Nothing ventured...
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
He's baaaaack!
Not me, but someone much more important. I had occasion to roust extra early this morning, before the sun, and when I went outside, there he was: Orion rising majestically in the pink-and-azure eastern sky, shoulders straight and strong, bow at the ready. How quickly this summer is passing! The kids are on their way back from Bermuda and California, and will start school next Wednesday. Next Wednesday, I'll have the keys to my new-old house, and a whole new chapter will begin.
The tomatoes are still coming in. I was pleased to have the green zebras again, to add zing to the summer salads. My new favorite now, though, is the pineapple: yellow streaked with red, and oh so mild and sweet!
This night-time chill and Orion remind me to savor the peach pies I've been making by the pair every weekend, before they soon turn to apple. I have my PA hunting license, and the doe tag should be here any day. Two weeks left still to pick up my MD license. I think it's time to start some daily shooting!
The tomatoes are still coming in. I was pleased to have the green zebras again, to add zing to the summer salads. My new favorite now, though, is the pineapple: yellow streaked with red, and oh so mild and sweet!
This night-time chill and Orion remind me to savor the peach pies I've been making by the pair every weekend, before they soon turn to apple. I have my PA hunting license, and the doe tag should be here any day. Two weeks left still to pick up my MD license. I think it's time to start some daily shooting!
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Who has time to blog?
Lately, I like to sit on the porch swing (which daughter just stained/sealed to earn spending money for her various vacations; what a lovely rich dark color now) and watch the pears hang on the pear tree. They are lovely shaped and green, framed by their elongated leaves. I hope to harvest some before they over-ripen and fall and attract hordes of bees. It seems to be a good year for pears.
Last evening, spent a small fortune outfitting son for his 12-day Outward Bound trek in the high Sierras. Not much time for him to break in those hiking boots, but so it goes.
It's that mid-season, I'm-so-behind time in the garden. The tomato harvest is a dam waiting to burst. The weeds have gotten the upper hand. Much of the vegetable garden needs to be pulled, cleaned, and turned. And I can hardly keep up cutting the zinnias, dahlias, glads, sunflowers, and miscellaneous other beauties. The bounty of summer!
So who has time to blog, when there's pears to watch hang? I gotta mow...
Last evening, spent a small fortune outfitting son for his 12-day Outward Bound trek in the high Sierras. Not much time for him to break in those hiking boots, but so it goes.
It's that mid-season, I'm-so-behind time in the garden. The tomato harvest is a dam waiting to burst. The weeds have gotten the upper hand. Much of the vegetable garden needs to be pulled, cleaned, and turned. And I can hardly keep up cutting the zinnias, dahlias, glads, sunflowers, and miscellaneous other beauties. The bounty of summer!
So who has time to blog, when there's pears to watch hang? I gotta mow...
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
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