|An interesting sky before sunset|
We take a break from our Colorado adventure for a “home” update.
|Mike and Little Bess hike to the target|
We’ve said it before – it’s been such a lovely autumn. We often have a nice autumn in the Inland Empire of the Pacific Northwest. Some people think it’s one of our best seasons. But this year it’s dry – really dry. And it’s warm -- downright hot in the afternoon. Mike and I have yet to run the furnace or light the fireplace. Some regions report frost, but that hasn’t happened in our town or at Gilbert.
|The shadow grow long as evening approaches|
This morning I hung three loads of laundry on the line, and the clothes were mostly dry by mid-afternoon.
Mike took out our tomato bushes the other day because I just didn’t think those green tomatoes would ever ripen on the vine. (They’re now on the counter in the kitchen.) But here at the farm I picked two nice zucchini from a plant that appears worn out – tired of the fight to stay alive in the hot sun.
The moon was beautiful last night, shining brightly on the landscape. I was tempted to go for a moonlight walk, but my better judgment won out. You don’t know who or what you might meet in the night – or who might take umbrage. In fact, the coyote tribe held a yodel fest which went on intermittently all night.
The downside, I would say, is the bugs. Wasps have invaded the house, and while they aren’t really aggressive, I don’t care to have them around, hovering here and there. We also see many flies, “stink bugs,” and the occasional yellow jacket. Now and then a spider skitters away to hide, and they say that’s a sign that winter’s on the way. KW